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The Visit
By Anonymous (1994)

***

This story does not have a particularly happy ending. 
What happened here eventually caused a mother to 
disavow the affections of her daughter. The tragedy may 
appear to be slight on the surface, but the long term 
implications are possibly devastating. We do not dwell 
on the negative, however, nor is this a morality play; 
the purpose of this story is otherwise. (FF, dom, inc, 
enema)

***

CHAPTER 1
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Janet Abruzzi had been divorced for 10 years. Her 
marriage had been stormy at best, but when her husband 
George, had gotten wind of an affair Janet was having 
with his business partner's wife he became livid with 
jealousy and anger and set about to gather proof with 
an aim to dumping her and getting custody of the 
children. Janet had always been a little too wild for 
his tastes anyway, and now seemed like a good time to 
make the split he felt was in his and the children's 
best interests. 

George's religious fervor led him to believe that Janet 
was evil and a bad influence on the children. At one 
point George got the opportunity through subterfuge and 
actually walked in on his wife and her girlfriend while 
they were sexually engaged and at that point demanded 
an immediate divorce.

Following a bloody court battle during which George won 
custody of the children, but which allowed his wife 
visitation rights, Janet moved from Chicago to a small 
suburb of Los Angeles and got a good job selling real 
estate. There she started a new life and became active 
in a number of civic activities in addition to her 
successful business ventures. Although she never again 
married she did continue a number of relationships with 
both men and women. During this period the three 
children, two girls and two boys, all finished school 
and left home.

Karen Lubanski, Janet's younger daughter was now 
married and living with her husband, Harold, in 
Chicago. It had been more than 3 years since Janet and 
Karen had seen one another although she talked on the 
phone almost every week with Karen as she did with the 
other three children. 

Karen's husband was in the service and had just been 
shipped overseas for his third six-month tour of duty. 
That wouldn't have been a problem except that Karen had 
just had her first baby 3 months previously. Sensing 
this could cause some problems, Karen's husband 
suggested they invite her mother to come stay with her 
while he was away. That's how this all began.

Karen was 12 years old when her parents divorced and 
she continued to live with her father who was granted 
custody. Her father was a strict catholic and continued 
Karen's upbringing in this manner sending her to 
parochial schools. It wasn't until she was 16 and 
almost graduated from high school that Karen was even 
allowed out on a date.

As such, sex with boys was not a major activity in her 
life. On the other hand, however, she had discovered 
the solitary vice at the age of 14 and engaged in that 
practice on a regular basis. It was a sort of skeleton 
in her closet which she looked upon as evil but 
necessary. She first learned about masturbating through 
reading about it in the pornography her brothers used 
to hide in their closet and which she would sometimes 
sneak into when no one was around. She also read about 
it in the teenage sex manual her father had given her. 

Being shy, she decided against asking her father about 
the subject and turned instead to her sister, 
Catherine, who was 3 years older than she. Catherine, 
the bold one in the family, went beyond mere words in 
explaining the subject to Karen and proceeded to 
demonstrate what for her it was all about and how to do 
it. That's all it took. Karen tried it and was hooked 
from the first time. She found it exciting and 
relaxing. 

The downside, however, was that it left her with a 
sense of guilt which the nuns at school had instilled 
in her about sex - especially masturbation, a mortal 
sin. No matter, she thought, every once in a while I 
just have to do it or go crazy. In addition to this, 
her mother had taken the opportunity on a number of 
occasions during summer visits to discuss sex with her 
and finally managed to dispel the idea that Karen's 
masturbating was sinful and immoral.

Having been assured that she wasn't crazy and that it 
was a healthy, normal practice, Karen pursued 
masturbating regularly. It was the one thing in her 
life that was wholly her own and she enjoyed the 
secretiveness of it. She would often revel in the idea 
that she, known as a quiet, retiring and shy young 
woman, could be so wanton and abandoned as to engage in 
jacking herself off. 

Who would imagine such a thing! On the whole, Karen 
considered herself just ordinary with the usual likes 
and dislikes of a normal teenager as she perceived a 
normal teen to be. One instance, however, left an 
indelible mark on her memory and was to make her 
question her so-called normality and ultimately change 
her life.

As a new wife a whole new world of joy was opened up 
for her. Her husband was a gentle and ardent lover and 
led her into a new area in her life that she found 
wholly pleasurable and fulfilling and although she 
continued to masturbate regularly her main sexual 
activity was centered around her husband - in person 
and in fantasy. Still, there was one dark corner in the 
sexual part of her life that she kept buried and 
wouldn't dream of discussing with anyone. When she was 
17, Karen had spent her last regular summer vacation 
under court order with her mother in California. It was 
during this visit that Karen got a glimpse of a very 
disturbing and puzzling side of her nature.

Late one evening during that visit, Karen returned home 
from down the street where she had been visiting with 
the neighbors. She entered the house quietly thinking 
her mother was asleep and not wanting to disturb her. 
When she got upstairs and was tip-toeing past her 
mother's bedroom she happened to notice through the 
half opened door that the bed stand lamp was on and the 
room was bathed in a soft subdued light. She thought 
that maybe her mother was just reading before going to 
sleep, but a soft, low moaning sound gave her the 
impression that her mother might be ill. 

Growing concerned she decided to see if there was 
anything she could do in case her mother needed help. 
As she silently stuck her head around the side of the 
door and peeked into the room she was greeted with a 
most unexpected sight which shook her greatly. There, 
in plain view, was her mother sitting astride the 
thighs of another woman approximately her mother's own 
age that she had never seen before. Karen was so 
dumbfounded by the spectacle that she was unable to 
move. Both women were completely naked and obviously 
under the spell of great sexual arousal. As she stood 
there staring she became aware of the almost 
overpowering aroma of perfume mixed with sex odor. She 
also noticed with surprise that she was getting very 
sexually excited - it was the first time in her life 
that she had ever witnessed other people having sex 
live. 

As Karen remained rooted to the spot watching intently, 
her mother used the thumbs and fingers of both hands to 
roughly pull and twist her turgid nipples while the 
woman she was straddling reached up and cupped her 
breasts in her hands from underneath and squeezed them. 
Suddenly and without warning her mother turned her head 
and looked directly at Karen. Her expression was one of 
such animal lust that Karen would never forget it. She 
was mortified and wanted to run, but as if in a 
nightmare she was totally powerless to move. 

As mother and daughter continued to stare at each other 
Janet began to cum and her body went absolutely rigid 
as the orgasm hit its zenith. She did not avert her 
eyes, however, and this had the effect of keeping 
Karen's gaze locked to hers. As the powerful waves of 
climax began to surge through her Janet once again 
began to manipulate her nipples as her body started to 
spasm over its entire length. The orgasm finally began 
to subside and her mother flopped forward on the other 
woman and began to fiercely kiss her thus breaking the 
visual spell with Karen who then gathered all her 
strength and turning, stole off down the hall to her 
own room on rubbery, shaky legs.

Her movements slow and deliberate, as if in a trance, 
Karen removed her clothes and crawled under the sheets 
naked without bothering to put on her the nightgown she 
usually wore. She then became consciously aware of how 
sexually aroused she was. She was astounded to discover 
that her cunt was flooded with a massive effusion of 
juice. 

Without giving it another thought, she lowered one hand 
to her sopping pussy and furiously masturbated herself 
to a thunderous orgasm as she used her other hand to 
yank and pull on one of her swollen nipples. The vision 
of her mother's lovely face twisted gruesomely in 
sexual rut swam before her tightly clenched eyelids as 
her orgasm ripped through not only her body but her 
very soul as well. Immediately, her entire being 
literally dove into an exhaustive sleep.

***

The next morning it was as if nothing had ever happened 
the night before. From that day on it was never 
referred to; not a word was ever been mentioned of the 
affair. It got to a point where Karen even began 
doubting that the incident had ever taken place. From 
then on, however, the vision of her mother leering at 
her in her totally abandoned sexual hunger haunted 
Karen. When awake, she could usually force the vision 
of her mother's face away. 

Asleep, it was a different matter. She dreamed now and 
then of the incident and always woke up from the dream 
in an aroused state and unless she relieved herself by 
jerking off right then and there the dream would leave 
her listless and bothered for hours to come. Try as she 
might, Karen could not get the occasional picture of 
her mother in the throes of sexual frenzy from coming 
back unbidden. 

Since being married there were occasions when her 
husband would be away and she would be alone. When the 
sexual tension would reach a high point and there was 
no relief she would succumb to masturbating herself as 
she had before she was married. On many occasions the 
source of her sexual tension was just natural and while 
masturbating herself she would fantasize mainly about 
her husband. Often, however, as she neared the point of 
orgasm her fantasy would change and she would find 
herself fantasizing against her will about her mother. 

At these times, the point of orgasm was always 
accompanied by the sight of her mother's face twisted 
in sexual rut from that one occasion. Afterward she 
would feel relieved that it was over, but was also 
overcome with the usual strong sense of shame and 
guilt. Sometimes she would try to just stop frigging 
herself by getting up and doing something else to take 
her mind off of it, but found that she couldn't 
concentrate until she had finished the job. So she 
would return resignedly to playing with herself until 
it was over.

On a couple of occasions Karen became concerned with 
her preoccupation with her mother and considered 
seeking professional help if for no other reason than 
to assure herself that she wasn't crazy. The sense of 
shame and embarrassment attendant with sharing this 
with another person, even a professional, prevented 
this, however. At those rare times when she would allow 
herself to consciously consider the situation, Karen 
could admit to herself that it was indeed unusual for a 
daughter to be somehow consciously attached to her 
mother sexually. 

She decided that she was not in love with her mother 
either sexually or romantically, but that there was 
some sort of attraction that was acting on her. She 
also concluded that she was not a lesbian because the 
thought of having sex with another woman didn't seem to 
effect her one way or the other; she wasn't excited 
about the idea, but neither was she repulsed by it. 
That her mother might be a lesbian bothered her at 
first until she realized that people needn't be just 
one way or the other, but could enjoy both hetero- and 
homosexual activity. The acceptance on her part of 
bisexuality was a blessing to her for it allowed her to 
justify her mother's life style.

As to the nature of her attraction for her mother, 
Karen continued to be mystified. That Janet was a 
beautiful woman there was no doubt; everyone said so, 
even her father. She was beautiful to look at even at 
the age of 42. Karen had always wanted to have the 
beautiful long wavy blond hair and sleek build that her 
mother possessed. It gave her an air of confidence and 
poise that most women didn't have. Instead, Karen had 
inherited her physical characteristics from her father. 
She was overly tall at just a fraction of an inch under 
six feet. She was also just slightly on the "big" side 
as other members of the family used to chide her about. 

At one time she thought about pursuing a career as a 
model because of her height, but was told by people in 
the know that she was not thin enough although she was 
not overweight. They said she had big bones. She also 
had the dark Italian looks of her father. She had olive 
hued skin which tanned very nicely and beautiful, shiny 
black hair with haunting dark eyes. Nature had also 
been kind to her in the bosom department where it had 
skimped on in her mother's case. 

Karen had a very full bust which measured a 38C. It was 
not just that she had large breasts, but rather that 
they were spread out and covered her entire chest and 
were firm almost to the point of hardness. For one so 
full-breasted it was unusual that she didn't need to 
wear a bra, but did so nonetheless out of an innate 
sense of modesty.

The one thing that she did share with her mother, 
though, were two of the largest nipples she had ever 
seen. Her mother, although not nearly as bosomy as 
Karen, also had enormous nipples and areole and passed 
these on to her daughter. Unlike Janet's pinkish brown 
teats, Karen's were a dark purple hue, almost black in 
color and curved slightly upward. Her husband Harold 
said it was her most sexy feature and would devote 
hours to fondling, kissing and sucking them. 

Karen was not adverse to this attention because her 
breasts, and especially the nipples, also like her 
mothers, were extremely erogenous. Although she never 
told anyone this because she considered the practice to 
be somewhat perverse, when masturbating she would use 
her free hand to play with her nipples sometimes to the 
point where she would quit frigging her pussy and use 
both hands on her breasts. On rare occasions she could 
even make herself cum by pulling and twisting her 
nipples. 

When she got married and discovered the almost 
overwhelming sensations created by having someone suck 
her tits she tried it once when alone and discovered 
that she could easily get her big nipples and areole 
into her own mouth. From then on this became a regular 
part of her masturbatory technique and she almost 
always would orgasm while sucking on her own breast.

At this point, Karen, of course, was not totally aware 
of the similarities both women possessed with respect 
to their physical sensitivities. She was aware that she 
was her mother's daughter in a number of respects, but 
that in others she no way resembled her. Where Janet's 
personality was often effervescent and outgoing, Karen 
was shy and somewhat introverted. This was inherent in 
her character and was often taken wrongly for weakness. 
Karen had a strong sense of self and an inward 
confidence that was not immediately apparent. Her 
husband discovered this to his dismay shortly after 
they were married.

Janet arrived as planned and things were fine between 
mother and daughter the first three days of her 
mother's stay. On the fourth day as the evening wore on 
while they watched television, Karen became nervous and 
cranky. Sensing trouble, Janet was unusually solicitous 
and asked her daughter gently what the problem was. 
Karen just bitched back that she had a problem with 
constipation and the baby not feeding enough leaving 
her breasts swollen and tender. Although the doctor 
said it wasn't serious it was nonetheless bothersome 
and put her in a bad mood.

Trying to be helpful Janet gently offered, "Well, dear, 
there is a sure cure for that little constipation 
problem."

"I've tried everything, mother, and nothing seems to 
work. Apple juice, prune juice, MetMucil, laxatives... 
you name it - I've tried it and nothing seems to work!"

"How about an enema? Have you tried that, Karen?" her 
mother quizzed.

"Oh, god, mother, nobody does that anymore, do they?"

"I still do on occasion and it works for me every 
time."

"Well, even so, I wouldn't have the faintest idea of 
how to go about it."

"Well, I'd be glad to help you with it, if you'd like, 
dear," Janet said.

"Do you really think it would work?"

"Sure. Why not give it a try. You'll feel much better 
afterward, I guarantee."

"Well, if you think so, maybe I will. Anything would be 
better than feeling like this all the time."

"Fine, dear. Now... if you want me to help you I'll 
need to have a syringe and water bottle?"

Karen looked puzzled, but then said, "I know. I have 
the bottle and a douche attachment. Will that work?"

"Don't you have all the stuff that came with the 
bottle?"

"Maybe, but I'll have to look," Karen said as she got 
up from the dinner table and handing the baby to her 
mother went upstairs to look. Five minutes later she 
returned with the original box with the water bottle, 
hose and the douche nozzle."

"This is all I could find, mother. Will this do?"

"It's not the right tip, but it should work. Just a tad 
larger than the regular enema syringe. We can try it 
anyway."

All of a sudden there seemed to be a strained silence 
until Karen asked, "Well, what should I do?"

"Why don't we go upstairs and put the baby in the crib 
and then I'll help you out, OK." Janet rose with the 
baby as did Karen and they traipsed upstairs. When the 
baby was put down Janet said, "Why don't you just lie 
down on the bed, dear, and I'll go fill the bottle. 
We'll try just water at first and if that doesn't seem 
to work, we'll mix a little oil with it."

Karen, who was dressed in shorts and blouse, lay down 
on her back on the bed waiting for her mother. Janet 
filled the bottle with warm water from the tub, 
attached the hose and nozzle and returned to the 
bedroom.

"Now dear, do you have any jelly or Vaseline?"

Without thinking, Karen rolled on her side and opened 
the night stand drawer and withdrew a tube of K-Y jelly 
and handed it to her mother. Not until she had done so 
had she thought about it and then she became suddenly 
embarrassed. She was beginning to have second thoughts 
about what was going to happen and she seriously 
considered just putting a stop to it immediately, but 
the excitement and arousal she was beginning to feel 
overrode her shame and embarrassment and she remained 
silent.

"OK dear, roll over on your stomach and undo your 
shorts."

When she had done this and pushed her shorts and 
panties down around her knees leaving her buttocks 
exposed she suddenly felt once again that strong sense 
of shame and the vision of her mother that fateful 
night again returned leaving her flushed and uneasy.

"I think it would be a good idea, Karen, if you would 
just remove your shorts and panties altogether. It'll 
be easier that way," Janet said as she looked at her 
daughter's prone figure.

When Karen didn't immediately respond to her mother's 
suggestion, Janet just shrugged and said, "Here, I'll 
help you with them," and reached down and pulled 
Karen's clothes down over her feet and off, throwing 
them on the chair against the wall. As she looked down 
at her daughter's large, pert ass sticking up she 
thought that her daughter really was beautiful for such 
a tall full woman.

"Now, dear, if you'll just spread your legs slightly 
we'll get this over with."

Karen did as asked and opened her legs a little bit. It 
seemed like the longest time until she finally felt the 
strange sensation of her mother gently probing a 
lubricated finger between her ass cheeks, searching for 
her anus. She was not quite on the mark and Karen felt 
her mother use her other hand to spread her cheeks and 
then the tip of her finger slowly moving over her 
puckered hole spreading the jelly. Shame bound as she 
was, it occurred to Karen that the sensation of her 
mother's manipulating her ass was not unpleasant. It 
recalled to mind of her husband's liking of that area 
during sex.

Finally having lubed Karen's rectum to her 
satisfaction, Janet put more jelly on her finger and 
centered it directly on her daughter's asshole. She 
then slowly pushed and rotated, probing with her 
finger, and it began to enter Karen's rectum. During 
all of this Karen didn't make a sound but remained 
rigid on the bed to the extent that her mother said, 
"Relax, dear, this will be over shortly and you'll feel 
much better." 

Karen was having trouble remaining relaxed, however, 
because she was becoming painfully aware of the 
stirrings in her groin. It was all she could do to 
control herself and keep from starting to rotate her 
hips in order to force the probing finger more deeply 
into her asshole.

When Janet had almost her entire finger buried in 
Karen's ass she slowly started to remove it. When it 
was free, she retrieved the nozzle from the water 
bottle and inserted it. She then raised the water 
bottle and looped the end string around the top end of 
the high bedpost while releasing the valve on the hose 
with her other hand. Water then began flowing into 
Karen's insides, filling her and also creating a 
sensation of pleasure she hadn't expected. The pressure 
from the increasing amount of water inside her was also 
jangling the nerves in that part of her body. 

When the water bottle was finally empty Janet said, 
"Now just lie there for a minute or two, Karen, and let 
the enema work. And just so you don't dribble I'll just 
put my finger back in and stop you up."

Janet then gently inserted her already lubricated 
finger back into Karen's anus as she sat down on the 
edge of the bed. The sensation of being so full and 
having her mother's finger up her ass was working on 
Karen and the arousal she was feeling was increasing 
gradually. At first she thought she was imagining it, 
but she was sure now that her mother was actually 
moving her finger in and out of her asshole. Her mother 
was really finger-fucking her asshole - she couldn't 
believe it. Suddenly, Karen was overcome with the 
desire to give herself an orgasm and she couldn't wait 
for her mother to leave.

"Mom, I really need to go. Please, let me get up," she 
said, impatiently. Janet removed her finger and Karen 
could feel the bed move as her mother stood up.

"Come on, dear, I'll help you to the bathroom."

"Oh, mother, I can find it by myself. I'm OK, honest." 
Karen slowly got to her feet, sensing that she 
shouldn't move too fast, and headed toward the master 
bedroom bathroom with Janet trailing her. As she raised 
the toilet seat she glanced over her shoulder to see 
her mother standing in the doorway. Impatient from the 
need to expel the enema and satisfy the desire inside 
her she said shortly, "OK, mother, I'm OK. Now, please 
just leave."

Janet said, "If you're sure, dear," and reluctantly 
turned. Then she added, "If you need anything, just 
shout. I'll hear you."

"Yes, mother - now go." As her mother closed the door 
Karen sat heavily down on the toilet seat and thought 
she would explode right away but nothing happened. She 
tried to force it, but still nothing happened so she 
finally just sat there frustrated and stewing in her 
desire. Then she gave in to her arousal and put her 
right hand between her legs and began to rapidly fondle 
herself in a shame ridden frenzy. She was surprised at 
how wet she was. 

At first she thought that some of the enema had leaked 
down into her pussy but the consistency was wrong; it 
wasn't water - it was cunt juice. Using her fingers she 
spread her juices over her entire pussy then began to 
concentrate moving two fingers over her clitoris 
jacking it back and forth forcefully. It didn't take 
long. Before she could imagine it she was up on the 
final plateau and still climbing. As she approached 
orgasm she reached her other hand in back of her and 
down between her cheeks and began to finger her asshole 
trying to simulate the same sensation her mother had 
created. It wasn't the same, but it felt good 
nonetheless.

The orgasm finally hit her and it was powerful. As the 
first wave peaked and then dropped off, she lost 
control of her rectal muscles, her asshole suddenly 
opened up and the enema came spewing out in jets with 
each succeeding orgasmic spasm. It went on for what 
seemed like forever until Karen was finally spent. She 
stopped frigging herself and just sat hunched over in 
total exhaustion after having flushed the toilet. She 
was wakened from this trance-like state by a knock on 
the door from her mother, wondering if she were OK. She 
answered yes, then slowly got up and cleaned herself up 
at the sink. She then went into the bedroom and flopped 
onto the bed and promptly fell into a deep sleep.


CHAPTER 2
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It was early morning when Karen finally woke up. At 
first she didn't even remember going to bed, but as she 
slowly sat up her memory began to come back. As she 
looked down at herself her foggy memory recalled her 
mother having given her the enema followed by her 
masturbating in the bathroom and then flopping into 
bed. What she could not figure out was how she had 
gotten her clothes off and her nightgown on. As she 
looked around the room she spotted the clothes she had 
on yesterday neatly folded on a chair. She then guessed 
correctly that her mother had come in at some time 
during the night and put her to bed properly.

Karen lazily rose from the bed and went over to the 
dresser where she dug out a new nursing bra and pair of 
panties. Putting on the bra she became aware of how 
swollen and painful her breasts were. She then rummaged 
around in the closet for something to wear. Finding a 
clean sleeveless blouse and pair of shorts she put them 
on along with bobbysox and her new tennis shoes and 
went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her 
hair. While doing so she marveled at how good she felt 
in spite of the previous evening's activities. 

Feeling she had better urinate she lowered her shorts 
and panties and sat on the commode. This brought back 
more memories of the previous night and how she had sat 
in exactly this same spot and brazenly masturbated 
herself while openly fantasizing about her mother. As 
she began to ruminate once more about the strangeness 
of her attraction for her mother she admitted to 
herself that she had indeed enjoyed the feel of her 
mother's hands on her. 

She did enjoy having her mother's finger up her ass - 
especially the second time when it felt like Janet was 
finger fucking her. It still seemed to Karen as if her 
mother had been purposely trying to stimulate her. This 
made her wonder if somehow the attraction might be 
mutual. Was there even the slightest possibility that 
Janet was sexually attracted to her, she wondered.

The whole thing started to seem to her to border on the 
ridiculous when she tried to imagine herself engaged in 
some sort of sex act with her mother. For the life of 
her, she just couldn't picture herself going down on 
her mother or vice versa. It was too outrageous. Did 
she want to do it? Absolutely not! What then, she 
wondered, would she do if given the opportunity to be 
sexual with her? 

Then it occurred to her that if, instead of lying on 
her back in solitary masturbation while fantasizing 
about her, her mother were there watching her and she 
could look at her when she came, maybe that would solve 
this whole business and remove the years-long 
fascination she had about it. Karen then blushed at the 
thought of having her mother watch her jack off or even 
the thought of ever asking her mother to do such a 
thing. But it would be exciting she admitted to 
herself; awful-filthy-dirty-rotten-perverted - but so 
exciting!

Mixed among all of these confusing and troublesome 
thoughts was the dreadfully arousing sense that 
something was on the brink of changing. Karen couldn't, 
however, bring any of these lines of thinking to a 
sensible, logical conclusion and decided to just let it 
go and let things take their own course.

***

"Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out for 
hours?" her mother asked as Karen entered the living 
room where Janet was rocking the baby while watching a 
game show on television.

"Wow. I don't know what happened. I feel like I slept 
for centuries! How's Sally?" Karen asked, looking down 
at her child.

"You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs you 
were already zonked out. I got you into bed and that 
was some chore, believe me! Sally's just fine - 
probably pretty hungry since you haven't fed her all 
night long. Are you sure you're OK?"

"Fine, except my tits ache," Karen said, absentmindedly 
cupping her breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. 
Why don't you give me Sally and we'll see if she's all 
that hungry. I sure could use the relief."

Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated 
herself at the other end of the couch and undid her 
blouse. Pushing the blouse off her shoulder, she pulled 
down the flap on the bra cup exposing a swollen breast 
with a huge angry dark nipple. She then brought the 
baby up to her breast where it began to suckle.

"That's better, huh," her mother commented as she stood 
up. "Let me get you a cup of coffee."

"Let's just hope it lasts," Karen said resignedly.

After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep 
so Karen took it over to the crib in the corner of the 
room and put it down to nap. Returning to the couch 
hitching up her bra and buttoning her blouse it was 
obvious she was uncomfortable.

"Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a 
suggestion."

"What's that mother," Karen asked, wearily.

"Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk 
your breasts when you get this way."

"Mother - really! You come up with the most old 
fashioned ideas. Does anybody really do that anymore?"

"Does it really matter, Karen," Janet exclaimed, 
exasperated with her daughter's attitude, "it works - 
or at least it did years ago. I don't see that it 
wouldn't today, do you?"

"Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't 
have one of those breast pump things and they're 
expensive as hell."

"You don't need one of those, silly. I just used to use 
my hands and it worked just fine. Besides, you can save 
the milk and we can use it to feed Sally when you're 
not around or are asleep or whatever."

"That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of 
special technique you have to learn, or something?"

"If you want, I'll show you how to do it. There's 
really nothing to it, you know."

"OK, why don't you show me how it's done."

Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and 
then said, "OK, why don't you take off your blouse and 
bra. It'll be easier if those things aren't in the 
way." Karen then started to unbutton her blouse, but as 
she did so she began to feel a little squeamish at the 
idea of being totally bare-breasted in front of her 
mother. 'That's silly,' she thought, 'she's my mother, 
for god's sake.' Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as 
she divested herself of the garments. Karen then looked 
over at her mother who she caught staring in a 
transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge, 
turgid inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from 
their angry puckered areole.

At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her 
mother's face as much the same one she had seen so many 
years ago and had been seeing regularly in her 
fantasies; the realization made her insides tighten 
involuntarily.

"Mother, are you OK?" Karen asked hesitantly.

"Oh, yes, dear, - fine," Janet seemed to jerk out of 
her pre-occupation, "I was just admiring what you 
inherited from me that I never had - sorry if I 
embarrassed you." Karen was taken aback at her mother's 
forthrightness causing her to remain silent without 
comment.

Janet then suggested, "It would probably be easiest if 
you would sit upright in a straight-backed chair. That 
way I can lean over your shoulder and show you how it's 
done."

Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with 
arousal at the realization that her mother probably 
intended to touch her breasts in demonstrating the 
milking technique. She had just assumed that Janet 
would demonstrate on herself.

"Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother?" Karen 
queried.

"Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen," Janet said 
rising from the couch and heading toward the back end 
of the house. Still absentmindedly absorbed in her 
thoughts, Karen also stood and followed her mother. 
When they got into the kitchen Janet pulled a chair out 
from the table and motioned for Karen to seat herself 
which she did, rigidly and ramrod straight. When Karen 
was seated, her mother went around behind her and bent 
over her.

"Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating 
on your right tit and as I'm doing it I want you to use 
your left hand on the other one and imitate what I'm 
showing you, OK?"

"Sure, I guess," Karen muttered anxiously, "but won't 
we need something to catch the milk in?"

"Well, just for right now let's not worry about 
catching the milk. Besides, until you get the hang of 
it, the milk's going to go all over the place anyway. 
We'll just mop up when we're done."

Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother 
reached down with her hand and cupped it under her 
right breast. "Go on, use your left hand and put it 
under your tit like I'm doing."

When Karen did it, her mother said, "Now put your thumb 
on top and your index finger underneath - maybe you'll 
want to use two fingers since your nipple is so big - 
yeah, like that - and put them behind the nipple and 
press downward. Then, while you press downward, pull 
out at the same time. See," Janet said as she did what 
she described and a spray of milk shot out from her 
daughter's nipple landing on the floor in front of 
them. "Simple, huh. Now you try it," Janet said.

Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she 
kept on she began to express a little milk from her 
left breast. Her mother instructed her to adjust the 
position of her fingers and on her next attempt she was 
surprised to see a number of long streams of milk 
jettison from the tip of her nipple.

"The important thing is to get a rhythm going," Janet 
coaxed, "now see if you can do it along with me," and 
she began to slowly milk her daughter's right breast 
with Karen doing her left about at the same pace. 
Pretty soon both breasts were shooting milk 
simultaneously creating a wet mess on the floor, but 
neither woman seemed to be concerned with this.

After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized 
that she was becoming extremely aroused by this mammary 
manipulation and she could feel her cunt begin to 
moisten. Even more confusing to her was the realization 
that she was so aroused that if they didn't stop this 
pretty soon she might have on orgasm. But she couldn't 
stop and her mother wasn't stopping either so she just 
remained rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself, 
feeling the climax slowly building in both her groin 
and her breasts. She was entranced now and as she felt 
the orgasm near she began to shake all over.

Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause 
quickly as well.

"My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a 
leaf." Janet came around from behind the chair and 
knelt down in front of her daughter. Looking up, she 
could see that Karen's upper chest was blotched with 
large red spots and her face was likewise flushed and 
swollen. Karen, breathing in gulps, averted her eyes as 
her mother placed a hand on each of her knees to 
support herself.

"You're not sick, are you?" Janet queried as she looked 
up into Karen's glazed eyes. Then it hit her. "Oh, no, 
you're not sick at all. You were just about to cum, 
weren't you, Karen."

Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and 
confusion began to form in the bottom of her eyes. 
Seeing this, Janet raised a hand and cupping her 
daughter's chin, lifted her face gently upwards. "It's 
OK, darling, really it is. Some women react that way. I 
mean, after all, tits are erogenously sensitive aren't 
they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who is doing it, 
does it?" Janet added solicitously.

"Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed," Karen almost wailed.

"Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. 
Actually, you should consider yourself lucky to have 
such sensitive tits. You must have inherited those from 
me too." When Karen only moaned in response Janet 
asked, "You didn't come though, did you, dear?"

After a silent moment Janet continued, "It's Ok if 
you..." and seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' 
she went on, "well, uh, if you still want to, you can - 
it's alright - I don't mind."

"Oh, god, mother," Karen sobbed, "I'm so embarrassed. I 
can't believe this is happening."

Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her 
daughter, began to slowly and gently stroke her thighs. 
Gathering all the courage she could, Karen turned her 
head and looked down at her mother. Her eyes were 
diverted instantly from Janet's face to the open V in 
her mother's white blouse, the first three buttons of 
which were undone. The garment was loose and Janet 
wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward it gave 
Karen a full view of her mother's breasts with their 
enormous nipples which were obviously in a state of 
erection. 

Karen was fascinated with the sight; she hadn't 
remembered her mother's breasts as having such large 
nipples. Fleetingly she wondered what it would be like 
to suck on another woman's breasts and the thought 
thrilled her and added more fuel to her already fired-
up state. She was painfully aware of her predicament 
when her mother's speaking brought her back to reality. 
"Really, Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've 
gotten very aroused and must be right on the brink of 
cumming. If you want to, I don't mind."

Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained 
silent. Her left hand was still at her breast and she 
unconsciously squeezed it sending another squirt of 
milk, surprising both women and landing on her mother's 
face, blouse and hair. Without flinching, Janet removed 
a hand from Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's 
free breast, the one she had been demonstrating on 
previously and began to squeeze it again. This caused 
the younger woman to continue fondling her other tit 
and in a couple of moments Karen had forgotten her 
embarrassment as her sexual excitement returned and her 
breathing quickened. She was soon overtaken with sexual 
abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple 
sucked. Arousal overcame fear and embarrassment as she 
looked into her mother's eyes and said, "Mother, this 
is crazy, I know, but would you... suck my nipple... 
please? I just want... I need, to have my tit sucked 
right now!"

Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion 
had finally gotten to Janet and she was now felt 
herself becoming sexually aroused. Glancing for a short 
moment into her daughter's eyes without saying a word, 
she then bent her head forward and lifted the breast 
she was fondling to her open mouth and stuck out her 
tongue. Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of milk 
into her mouth which she swallowed. She then pulled 
Karen's breast forward and clamped her full lips over 
the nipple and began to forcefully suck. After a moment 
she stopped and raised her head and said to her 
daughter, "If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate 
yourself, that's OK too, dear."

"Mom... I don't need to... please don't stop!" was 
Karen's quick response as she continued to milk her 
other breast furiously. As Janet hurriedly resumed 
sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen abandoned the 
milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple 
between her thumb and fingers and began to viciously 
pull and twist on it.

"Oh, mother, I'm going to cum. Suck harder, please... 
suck harder... faster... oh god, yessssssss... here it 
cums... now... oh, my god, mother... I'm cumming... 
chew my nipple off... oh, fuck!" As Karen's body went 
rigid and then began to quake to the spasms of her 
orgasm she grabbed her whole breast once more and 
squeezed with all her might sending a long, forceful 
stream of milk high into the air.

Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but 
finally the spasms subsided and she slumped down in the 
chair. Janet then quit sucking her and leaned back on 
her heels and looked up at her daughter lovingly.

"That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were 
like that." Both women then looked at each other and 
began to laugh. Seeing that her daughter was really 
exhausted Janet said, "Come on, dear, let's get you 
into the living room and then I'll clean up this mess.


CHAPTER 3
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When Karen was seated on the sofa with her blouse 
draped loosely over her shoulders her mother returned 
to the kitchen to mop up the mess they had made. Janet 
was glad to have these few moments to herself to think 
about what had just happened.

Janet had been taken completely by surprise by the turn 
of events. At the moment she was feeling a mixture of 
guilt and arousal at the thought that she had 
inadvertently managed to not only turn her daughter on 
sexually, but had also aided her in bringing her to 
orgasm. The fact that she was equally at home sexually 
with both men and women had no bearing on the 
situation. Karen was her daughter! And that made it 
incest, what they had just done. None the less, Janet 
was still aroused by the incident.

As she bent down with a rag in one hand to soak up the 
mess on the floor, the feel of her daughter's turgid, 
squirting nipple in her mouth and her heavy breast in 
her hand continued to excite her in spite of the fact 
that she knew it was taboo. Swiping purposefully with 
the cloth at the wet floor she reached up with her free 
hand and grasped her own erect nipple through the 
fabric of her blouse and gave it a hard twist. This 
send an electric bolt directly to her already swollen 
clitoris.

God, I'd just love for her to return the favor right 
now, Janet wished, against her will. If there were only 
some way I could continue this without feeling guilty I 
would. But Janet was at a loss as to how to approach 
the subject with her daughter without possibly risking 
the loss of their mutual sense of trust, respect and 
emotional well-being. 

On the other hand, she also didn't understand what had 
gotten into her daughter; it was so uncharacteristic of 
her. She had always thought Karen was a real straight 
arrow when it came to matters as personal as these. She 
had never once considered Karen from a sexual point of 
view. It was clear to her, however, that she was going 
to have to do something for herself; she was so turned 
on that she couldn't even think straight and needed 
relief.

Common sense prevailing, it occurred to Janet that 
probably the best thing to do right now would be to 
make sure her daughter was OK and reassure her in case 
she had any misgivings about their recent contact. Then 
they could agree to put the incident behind them and 
get on with it. She would then simply excuse herself 
and go upstairs and masturbate and hope that would 
relieve the tremendous arousal she was feeling.

Feeling a sense of ease at finally having arrived at 
what she considered the right course of action to take, 
Janet finished the cleanup and got herself in mental 
and physical order. She then went back to the living 
room fully intending to make the situation comfortable 
for both of them. After all, they would both be seeing 
a lot of each other for the next few months until 
Karen's husband returned. At least that was the plan.

Karen was still seated on the couch leaning back with 
her eyes closed. Sensing her mother's presence, she 
opened them and said, "Mother, I want to apologize. I 
really don't know what got into me. I'm really so 
embarrassed, really I am."

Janet's heart went out to her daughter and as she sat 
down on the love seat opposite Karen she said, "Dear, 
it's perfectly alright. There's nothing to be 
embarrassed about. You're a healthy young woman whose 
husband has been away for some time and your body 
probably just responded to the lack of normal activity. 
I don't want you to give it another thought." 

It was then that Janet's eyes settled on Karen's 
carelessly open blouse, which was simply draped over 
her shoulders. The blouse was open enough so that parts 
of both her large areole were visible. For some reason 
Janet found herself fascinated with her daughter's 
breasts and just sat staring at them wondering what the 
attraction was.

Noticing her mother's distraction Karen inquired, "I 
hope you're OK, mother. You're not mad at me are you?"

Returning her attention to Karen, Janet answered, "Of 
course, I'm not mad at you. How could I be?!" And then, 
without thinking Janet just blurted out, "OK? Am I OK! 
No, goddamnit, I'm not OK! I'm horny as hell. It's been 
ages since I had any sex and I'm ready to burst. I'm 
afraid that what happened in the kitchen just now has 
really got me going."

"Oh, mother, I'm so sorry - really I am. I'd do 
anything if I could just take that back. I didn't mean 
to hurt you or upset you. Honest."

Seeing Karen's sincere concern for her softened Janet 
and she replied, "It's OK dear, it's not your fault and 
you don't really have anything much to do with it. It's 
my problem - not yours."

"I know, but I feel somehow responsible."

"Well, you aren't dear. It's just that I'm human, too, 
and not immune to getting aroused by sexual situations 
- even someone else's."

At this point Karen, wanting to help but not knowing 
how, said, "Mother, don't you ever masturbate?"

"Masturbate? Of course I do, darling. In fact, I prefer 
that these days to screwing, what with all the diseases 
going around."

"Well, wouldn't it help right now? I mean, if you 
masturbated?"

"Oh, Karen, I'm sick of doing it by myself. It'd be 
nice to have someone else around, even if just to 
watch, but I'm afraid that being away from home has 
temporarily removed that possibility."

Karen couldn't believe her ears. She sensed that here 
might be an opportunity to become involved sexually 
with her mother, at least in an indirect way. Actually, 
a safer way than she had thought of. With her heart 
pounding in her ears she looked over at her mother and 
said softly, "I'm here, mother."

When Janet looked quizzically at her daughter without 
speaking, Karen repeated, "I said, I'm here - if that 
would help."

Janet just looked at her daughter and said, "I'm sorry 
dear, I don't quite understand exactly what you mean."

"Just what I said, mother. I'm here." Karen was 
starting to get nervous about having to repeat herself 
over and over again and was afraid that her mother 
would make her have to spell out exactly what she was 
getting at. She would really prefer it if her mother 
would get the hint and make some kind of overture.

"I know you're here, Karen, and I appreciate it very 
much," was all Janet said.

Becoming a little exasperated and trying not to sound 
impatient, Karen tried once more. "Well, that's not 
exactly what I was getting at mother."

"What then, dear?"

"What I mean then is, that I'm here. If you just want 
to be with someone while you masturbate and you think 
it would help, well, then I'm here. OK?"

Janet couldn't have hoped for anything more. But now 
the battle began anew. Should she continue by taking 
advantage of her daughter's offer or do what she felt 
was morally right and refuse the offer. Not being able 
to overcome her libido she finally replied 
noncommittally, "That's very kind of you, Karen."

"I mean it, mother. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to 
masturbate in front of me."

"Really?" Janet queried.

"Really. In fact, to be honest, I'd love to watch you 
do it to yourself. It'd probably relieve me of feeling 
bad about having gotten you in this state in the first 
place."

"Oh, Karen, I'd hate to impose on you in this way..." 
and she let it trail off there, hoping beyond hope, and 
not knowing Karen felt the same way, that her daughter 
wouldn't get frightened and change her mind.

"You wouldn't be imposing, mother. Honestly, it's 
alright." And now Karen was afraid her mother would get 
cold feet and back out of the direction this was 
heading. While this was occurring to her she became 
aware of just how badly she wanted to have sex with her 
mother and made the instant decision that she would do 
whatever it took to make sure it would happen. She was 
now beyond caring about morals or anything else, for 
that matter. She just wanted it to happen.

Being at a loss for anything to say which she felt 
could grease the skids of the situation she came up 
with an idea and said to her mother, "In fact, if it 
would help, I have a vibrating dildo upstairs that 
Richard gave me a while back for when he was gone and 
I'd be glad to get it for you if you want to use it."

When her mother looked at her and started to smile, the 
humor of the situation struck both of them 
simultaneously and they both started to chuckle.

"That's kind of a real personal thing, dear. Are you 
sure you wouldn't mind me using it?"

"Are you kidding," Karen retorted, "my tits are kind of 
my personal things, too, and you just got done sucking 
on THEM!"

Suddenly, Janet got smolderingly serious and looking 
piercingly at her daughter said, "Did it feel good, 
Karen. Did you like the way I sucked your nipple, huh?"

The statement shot right down to Karen's cunt and she 
could feel herself starting to secrete again at the 
thought of her mother sucking on her breast.

Still, the slight sarcasm came out in her next 
statement, "You didn't happen to notice, by chance, 
that sucking on my nipple made me come, did you?" And 
then Karen instantly regretted the remark, but saw that 
her mother had taken it lightly. For lack of anything 
better at the moment and to hide her mounting anxiety 
over her renewed arousal and embarrassment Karen told 
her mother that she would get the dildo and proceeded 
to rise and go upstairs.

When she came back down a few moments later with the 
black object in her hand, it appeared that Janet was 
still in the same position in the love seat until she 
saw that her mother had one hand inserted in the 
waistband of her shorts. Confident now that things 
would continue, she felt she could risk another jocular 
remark so she said, "What's the matter, mother. Are you 
so horny you just couldn't wait for me to return?" 
Janet didn't answer, but just smiled.

Rather than go over to her mother with the dildo, Karen 
decided to just sit and watch so she lowered herself 
once again to her previous position on the couch across 
from her mother and laid the instrument on the cushion 
beside her. The silence grew quickly heavy as Karen 
watched her mother remove her hand and start to 
unbutton her shorts. Using both hands she pushed them 
and her panties down around her ankles and kicked them 
aside. Then she scooted herself forward to the edge of 
the loveseat and sat upright while spreading her legs. 
Karen now had a perfect view of her mother's pussy and 
was amazed at the mass of thick, long hair that covered 
her triangle. She wondered briefly why she herself 
didn't have nearly that much hair.

When she was in position, Janet looked over at Karen 
and asked, "Are you sure this is OK, dear. I mean... 
oh, hell..." and she lowered her left hand to her groin 
and slowly started to explore herself with her index 
finger, probing into the mass of beautiful hair.

Karen was entranced watching her mother, whose head was 
bent down as she gently caressed herself. Karen was 
becoming increasingly aroused herself, but she didn't 
move or say anything for fear of terminally 
interrupting the situation.

Without looking up Janet moaned, "Oh, god, this feels 
good. So good.

"Do you ever do it like this, dear - sitting up? This 
is my favorite position. I cum better this way than any 
other." It was already evident to Karen that her 
mother's breathing was getting more rapid.

Ever so softly Karen answered, "Yes - lots of times. I 
like to do it sitting on the toilet seat, just like 
that. Especially after I've douched. I seem to cum 
better that way, too."

Janet then slowly raised her head and looking at her 
daughter asked, "Dear, I know this may shock you, but 
would you do me a favor and open your blouse so I can 
look at your breasts again?"

"I'm not shocked at all, mother," Karen responded as 
she pulled the sides of her blouse open and shrugged 
out of it leaving herself bare to the waist and 
completely open to her mother's view.

"Oh, Karen, you have such beautiful big breasts. I'd 
kill to have those, I would."

"Do you like them, mother? Do they turn you on?" Karen 
asked coyly being aware that she was now being somewhat 
of a tease.

"Yes, they turn me on. How do you think I got this way 
this morning?"

"You mean you actually enjoyed it when I asked you to 
suck them?"

"Of course I enjoyed it, silly. I wouldn't have done it 
otherwise, would I? And judging by your violent 
reaction you enjoyed it too. You really like to have 
your breasts sucked, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," sighed Karen, her own breathing starting 
to get more rapid.

Janet's hand was now moving in a regular manner as she 
manipulated her first two fingers between her thick 
cunt lips, moving them in a circular way around her 
clitoris which was bathed in juice from her excitement. 
As her arousal mounted she felt her usual tendency 
toward earthy language and asked her daughter, "Has 
another woman ever sucked your breasts, darling?"

Without hesitation Karen answered, "No, mother, you're 
the first woman to have ever sucked on my breasts - I'm 
not gay." Then thinking about it she added, "Wait, 
that's if you don't count me myself."

"Huh? You mean to tell me that you can suck your own 
breasts?" Janet asked, incredulously.

"My turn to shock you, right. Of course. I do it all 
the time when I jerk off. I've been doing it for years, 
mother. Actually, that's one reason I think my nipples 
are so abnormally big." And then it occurred to her 
that her mother was small breasted enough that it 
wouldn't be possible for her to do it and she felt a 
little bit ashamed at having been so brazen in her 
attitude.

"Oh, god, that's really sexy. Would you mind showing 
me, dear, how you do it, would you? I'd just love to 
see you do it to yourself."

"No, I don't mind." Karen moved her hand up and cupped 
her right breast in her palm. Lowering her head and 
chin she pushed up with her hand, stuck out her tongue 
and began laving the upper curve of her swollen tit, 
making it slick with her saliva.

"Can you get your nipple in your mouth, Karen," Janet 
queried in a low voice that came out almost as a croak.

"Uh, huh," Karen mumbled as she placed her thumb on top 
of her breast and started to angle the distended nipple 
toward her mouth. This motion had the startling effect 
of causing a stream of milk to eject from the pressured 
nipple before she could get it to her mouth squirting 
over her entire face and right into her eye.

"Oh, shit," she exclaimed loudly, and using her free 
hand grabbed the blouse behind her and swabbed at her 
wet face. "Hmmm, that tastes good. Let's try that 
again." Once more she turned her nipple to her mouth, 
but at an angle and managed to clamp her mouth over it 
before milk got all over.

"Oh, jeez, Karen - that's so sexy - watching you do 
that." Janet had now paused in her ministrations and 
just sat looking as her daughter fed herself her 
breast, sucking hungrily at the nipple. She was still 
awed by the fact that Karen was going along with this 
and consumed by the intense eroticism brought forth for 
her by the pervertedness of being sexual with her own 
child. Libido had finally conquered her shame, she 
mused.

Although her head was bent, Karen moved her eyes to 
look at her mother and seeing that had stopped playing 
with herself raised her head and asked, "Did you cum 
already, mother?"

"Not quite, dear. And I don't want to, yet. That's why 
I stopped. I'm so sensitive now just watching you that 
if I touch myself again I'll shoot off immediately and 
I don't want this to end."

"I don't either, mom." Karen said, but before Karen 
could resume nursing herself her mother said, "Dear, 
could I ask you to come over here and suck on my 
nipple? Would you mind?"

"Oh, mother, really. Would you let me do that?"

"I want you to do it, darling." And Karen let go of her 
own breast and slid to the floor and waddled on her 
knees to where her mother sat on the edge of the love 
seat. As she approached, Janet began unbuttoning her 
blouse rapidly. By the time Karen was positioned in 
front of her the blouse was undone and off. Except for 
her tennis shoes and sox, Janet now sat naked in front 
of her daughter who was looking at the marvelous 
breasts and nipples she had so often fantasized about. 
Karen was also now aware of the strong, musky scent of 
her mother's cunt and found the aroma exciting even 
though it seemed to her to differ from her own scent of 
arousal.

Concentrating now on the swollen nipple not inches from 
her mouth, Karen put her hands on the edge of the 
cushions on either side of her mother's naked thighs 
and, leaning forward, stuck out her tongue. Janet 
reached up with a hand and cupped her breast and 
squeezing, pushed it out toward her daughter's waiting 
mouth. She softly moved her other hand to the back of 
Karen's head and gently pulled it towards her. 

Karen's wet tongue finally came into contact with the 
erect nipple and she resisted any further movement as 
she lazily ran her tongue over and around the turgid 
flesh and then in wider circles, wetting the areola 
with her saliva. When her mother's breast tip was 
literally dripping Karen then closed her pouty lips 
over the nipple and began to rapidly move her tongue 
sideways over the hard, thick appendage sticking 
halfway to her throat.

When she heard her mother moan, Karen then opened her 
mouth as wide as possible and took as much of the 
breast in as she could. When she looked down she was 
amazed to see that she hadn't been able to get the 
entire areola into her mouth.

"Oh, Christ, Karen - you're a natural tit sucker. That 
feels so delicious, don't ever stop."

Karen's head was swimming. She couldn't believe she was 
now sucking on her own mother's nipple and feeling her 
shake in the throes of passion. She realized now that 
this is something she had always wanted to do - from 
the very night she had seen her mother with that other 
woman. The air was thick with sex and it made her 
giddy. She considered whether at the moment she would 
be capable of touching her mother's pussy or even 
sucking on her mother's cunt, but decided she wasn't 
sure she wanted to go that far or even if her mother 
would be prepared for that. Instead, she moved both 
hands from the seat cushions and put them on the back 
of her mother's legs and began to lightly fondle them. 
As she did so, she could feel the tension straining her 
mother's whole body; it was like a tightly wound rubber 
band.

Suddenly Janet pushed her back and away from her, not 
roughly but firmly, saying, "Stop, dear... please, just 
stop. I can't take it any more. Just sit there and 
watch me while I jack off. It won't take long, I 
promise." She lowered her hand to her pussy and stuck 
two fingers into her vagina getting them good and 
lubricated. Once wet she brought them out and forward 
and began to rapidly move them up and down along each 
side of her engorged clit.

Karen, obeying her mother's wishes, just leaned back on 
her hands and looked at her mother flailing herself to 
orgasm. Wanting to spur her on, Karen said excitedly, 
"Come on, mother, do it. Make yourself cum. It's right 
there isn't it? You really want it bad, don't you. 
That's it, frig yourself, frig your wet pussy!" Sensing 
Janet was close she continued on, "Mother, look at my 
breasts. Look at them! Look how swollen the nipples 
are. You made them that way, you got my tits so horny 
sucking on them. Just think about sucking these big 
nipples. Come on, do it - cum for me. Oh, mother, it's 
heaven watching you masturbate yourself. You look so 
hot!"

Janet was right there and said hoarsely, "I'm gonna 
cum, Karen. I'm right there. Just watch me, OK, just 
look at me. Now. Here it is... oh, shit... here it 
cums... ahhhhhh..."

As Janet hit the high point of her orgasm she suddenly 
reached up with her free hand and began twisting one of 
her large nipples while looking straight into Karen's 
eyes. The shock was like having ice cold water thrown 
on her as Karen realized that this was an almost exact 
repeat of that night years ago. She froze to the spot 
and stopped breathing as she watch her mother frig 
herself through the orgasm while still maintaining eye 
contact with her. Janet had that same abandoned, rutted 
stare from the past and it made Karen's cunt throb 
involuntarily.

When her mother's body began to spasm in time with the 
orgasm wracking her, Karen slowly moved forward and put 
her arms around her only to get another surprise as 
Janet glued her mouth to her daughter's and drove her 
tongue almost into Karen's throat.

As the spasms slowly started to subside, Karen 
disengaged her mouth from her mother's but continued to 
hold her closely, aware of their bodies pressed 
together, feeling her mother's sweaty breasts crushed 
against her own. Eventually, Janet fell back into the 
depths of the love seat, pulling Karen with her and 
they both just lay there with their legs entwined. As 
Janet's breathing began to quieten Karen gently 
caressed her mother's damp face while murmuring to her 
softly.


CHAPTER 4
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As Janet and Karen lay entwined together on the couch 
recovering from Janet's massive orgasm the phone rang. 
Karen lethargically removed herself from her mother's 
embrace and, on unsteady legs, went to the table in the 
foyer to answer it. In a couple of seconds she called 
to Janet, "It's for you, mother!"

"Who is it?" Janet called back, the sound of irritation 
mixed with fatigue clearly audible in her voice.

After about ten seconds Karen appeared in the living 
room again and said, "It's for you, mom. They said it's 
extremely important - long distance." Janet rolled off 
the couch while grabbing at her clothing and went to 
take the call. In about three minutes she returned, now 
shabbily clad in her blouse and shorts, and stood in 
front of her topless daughter and stated angrily, 
"Well, there's trouble. It's with my best account. 
Something about a foul up in the title search as well 
as the financing. This deal could make me a bundle and 
I've got to go back and straighten it out. Please don't 
be mad, dear, I'll be back as soon as I can."

Karen looked up at her mother with sadness written all 
over her face, but didn't say anything. Then she stood 
up and took a step toward Janet and flung her arms 
around her. Janet hugged Karen closely to her and they 
stood like this for some moments until Janet pulled 
away saying, "I've got to catch the first flight out of 
O'Hare. Would you be so good as to call me a cab while 
I try to get myself in some sort of order."

Karen moved listlessly, putting on her crumpled, milk 
stained blouse and then went into the kitchen to get 
the phone book. She called the cab company and ordered 
her mother's cab and then just went back to the couch 
and lay down. She must have dozed off for in a little 
while she was startled to hear her mother open the 
front door and hand out a suitcase to a strange man. 
Janet gave the man some instructions and told him she 
would be out in a moment. 

Then she went over to her daughter who had just sat up 
and bent down to give her a hug. Instead, Karen took 
her mother's face between both of her hands and, 
parting her lips slightly, planted her full mouth 
directly on her startled mother's newly lip-sticked 
lips. Karen then forced her tongue between her mother's 
lips and teeth until she couldn't get it any further 
into her mouth. Janet didn't resist her daughter's 
insistent kiss, but she didn't get active herself, 
pulling away after a few moments.

"I really have to go, dear. Don't worry. I'll call as 
soon as I know what's going on." And with that she was 
quickly out the door and gone, the sound of the taxi 
fading in the distance.

Karen spent the rest of the day in a daze comprised of 
a mixture of guilt tinged with an almost vicious edge 
of sexual arousal. As she fed the baby, who finally 
decided it was hungry, and washed dishes and cleaned 
the place up she was constantly aware of her swollen 
pussy lips. It also seemed to her that her nipples had 
never before been so sensitive. She had actually gotten 
excited with the baby nursing at her breast while 
thoughts of her mother's mouth sucking, tonguing and 
licking her nipple ran rampant in her consciousness. 
The day wore on and on and as it turned into evening 
she began to relax a little although she was still 
aimlessly distracted to the point that she watched an 
hour's worth of television, but five minutes later had 
forgotten what she saw. Bringing the baby with her she 
went to her bedroom to go to bed.

She was exhausted.

With the baby in its crib, she crawled under the covers 
after turning out the lights but sleep just wouldn't 
come. Karen finally decided that what she needed to get 
to sleep was a good thorough psyche cleansing orgasm. 
'Fuck it,' she thought to herself, 'I don't care if I 
am excited about having sex with my own mother! I'm 
just going to do it!'

She then threw off the covers and spread her legs as 
wide as possible and began to frig her wet pussy. As 
she continued to masturbate she got hotter and hotter 
and she was just about there when the thought from that 
morning about eating her mother came to her. This got 
her even hotter. She knew now that this is something 
she really wanted to do. She wanted to give her mother 
an orgasm with her lips and tongue. It was crazy, but 
that's what she wanted. The fantasy was driving her 
wild, but it also had the curious effect of making her 
not able to cum in spite of her excitement. No matter 
how she moved her hand or how rapidly or hard or soft, 
she just couldn't make it cum. She finally stopped for 
a minute to give herself a rest.

'Maybe what I need is something stuffed up my cunt. 
Maybe that'll bring me off,' she thought. Rolling 
sideways, she opened the nightstand drawer and searched 
blindly for the vibrating dildo she had put back that 
morning, never having gotten a chance to use it. 
Finally grasping it in her hand, she rolled back over 
again with legs spread and quickly jammed the cold 
instrument straight into her cunt. 

She was so well lubricated that there wasn't the 
slightest pull or friction; it just sailed right on in 
and up to the hilt. She then twisted the plastic cap 
and it began its familiar hum sending subtle waves of 
pleasure through her vaginal walls into the surrounding 
abdominal area. As it hummed along she again began to 
masturbate herself with one hand, the other moving the 
buried dildo slightly in and out of her vagina.

Once again she got right to the point of cumming but 
couldn't bring herself over the edge. This time she 
didn't stop. Without thinking she quickly removed the 
dildo from her cunt and placed the tip against her 
anus. She hesitated only a moment while a fleeting 
thought of how perverse her next action would make her 
before she pushed the soaking piece of plastic with all 
the force she could muster in her tired arm. The tip 
penetrated the anal ring and stopped about an inch 
inside her rectum when at the same time Karen's body 
exploded.

The surprise was so great it caused Karen to let go her 
grip on the dildo as she moved her hand automatically 
up to her breast to tweak her horny nipple. The 
resulting first wave orgasmic contraction was of such 
force that it put enough pressure on the slightly 
tapered tip of the dildo to force it from her asshole. 
As it fell out she confusedly reached with her other 
hand and jammed her middle finger in its place. 
Lubrication was abundant and when her finger was buried 
as far up as it would go she began to quickly finger 
fuck her asshole. The orgasm was marvelous and at last 
she felt totally worn out but relaxed. In this state 
she closed her eyes.

It wasn't but a few seconds before she was almost 
asleep when the phone on the bedside began to ring. 
Reaching out a hand she brought the phone to her ear 
and hoarsely said, "Lo?"

"Dear, is that you Karen?"

"Oh, mother, yes, hi - where are you?"

"I'm home, now. I went straight to the office from the 
airport. What a mess. Are you alright, Karen? You sound 
like you're not well."

"I'm OK now mother," Karen said, and then added 
teasingly, "I just jerked off the to most amazing cum 
I've ever had."

"Karen!" Janet retorted in a scolding voice, but 
softened it immediately as she continued, "well - I'm 
happy for you dear. I'm just sorry I wasn't there with 
you."

"You will be - won't you, mother? - soon?"

"Yes, darling. I think I can get this wrapped up 
sometime tomorrow morning. Do you want me to take the 
plane back in the afternoon. I could be back by nine 
tomorrow night!"

"Oh, yes, mother. Do it. Do you want me to pick you 
up?"

"No. I'd rather you prepared a nice homecoming for me. 
We can have a real nice late evening get together when 
I get back. What do you say?"

"Oh, mom. Yes, of course. Are you OK?" and now there 
was a hint of worry as Karen voiced the question.

"Yes, darling, I'm just fine. As a matter of fact, I 
did it before you did!" she said cheerily.

"Huh? You did what, mother?"

"Well, uh, I got off before you did. I was so worked up 
that half way through the flight I just put a blanket 
over me and put my hand under my skirt and masturbated. 
The flight wasn't even a third full - midday, you know 
- and hardly a soul around although I think the 
stewardess knew what was going on. If I hadn't had so 
much to do I would have gone for her. I think she would 
have gone for it, too. Ah, well... another time. I've 
got to run, dear. It's two hours earlier here than 
there but I've got to get some sleep. I'll call and let 
you know what time I'll be in tomorrow. Sweet dreams, 
dear."

"OK, mom. And be good on your way back. And don't bring 
any stewardesses with you. I want you all to myself!"

"Not to worry, my darling. Bye." Click the phone went 
as Janet hung up.

Karen just lay there holding the phone cradled between 
her large breasts, contented now that she was sure 
everything was alright between her and her mother. She 
couldn't wait for tomorrow night... and she was fast 
asleep.

The next day passed quickly for Karen. What with house 
chores, shopping, lunch with her friend Nancy and 
various other things the time flew by. She was also 
surprised by the fact that she wasn't more preoccupied 
with her mother and yesterday's events. She felt good 
and was looking forward to her mother's return that 
evening. At 1:45 that afternoon her mother called from 
L.A. International and told Karen she would be in on 
the 8:30 flight, which was just now leaving and again, 
not to worry about picking her up - she would take a 
cab.

As the time for Janet to be back grew near Karen began 
to arrange things in a way she thought would create a 
romantic atmosphere. She got a bottle of champagne 
cooled down, laid out a couple of glasses, made sure 
the living room looked pleasant and lowered the lights 
to very dim. She even put out a couple of candles and 
lit them, shutting off the lights entirely. Luckily the 
baby was cooperating as well and was sound asleep. She 
then went upstairs to change into something that would 
appeal to her mother's libido. 

She had just one garter belt, black, which she put on 
along with a pair of black hose, but no panties. Along 
with high heels she chose a short black skirt that came 
up above her knees and a sheer white blouse that was 
almost a see-thru. The only problem she had was in 
trying to decide whether to wear a bra or not. She 
finally decided that since her breasts were firm enough 
to stand out on their own she wouldn't wear one. She 
consciously admitted to herself that she wanted her 
mother to be able to get a really good look at her 
protruding nipples which showed clearly through the 
shear material of the blouse.

Having put on a small gold necklace and pair of earings 
she stood looking at herself in the full-length bedroom 
mirror and was pleasantly surprised at the image which 
was reflected back to her. She had been afraid of 
looking too much like a whore and was pleased to see 
that she didn't appear that way to herself. She did 
look nice and fetching, though. Especially enticing was 
the fact that her very dark, large nipples and areole 
were plainly visible through the blouse, riding high on 
her milk swollen breasts.

Then she began to wonder if maybe her mother really did 
want her to look like a slut. Maybe that turned her on. 
With that in mind, the last thing she did was apply a 
thick layer of blood-red lipstick much more heavily 
than normal. There, she thought, I'll concede that one 
little point. If she doesn't like it, it'll easily be 
fixed.

Just as she put the last touch to her lips she heard 
the front door open and close. It had to be her mother 
and she was a little early. She was the only one who 
had the key. Karen took one last nervous look at 
herself in the mirror and headed downstairs in 
anticipation of a wonderful evening. She paused at the 
top of the stairs just long enough to grasp her nipples 
through the blouse and pull on them, making them jut 
out even further than their normal size.

Seeing her daughter coming down the stairs was somewhat 
of a shock for Janet. Karen was absolutely stunning, 
she thought, as she stood glued to the spot with her 
mouth half open. Halfway down the stairs Karen looked 
at her and smiled sexily and said, "Hi, mom. Have a 
good flight?"

Janet didn't answer as she walked over to the bottom of 
the stairway to wait for her daughter without ever 
taking her eyes off of her. When Karen was on the last 
step her mother opened her arms and the two women fell 
into a tight, almost smothering, embrace. After a 
moment they both moved their heads back and look deeply 
into each others' eyes before coming together for a 
deep soul kiss the likes of which neither one had ever 
experienced before. 

With their arms around each other and their bodies 
pressed as together as closely as humanly possible they 
stayed locked in the embrace as each one's mouth, lips 
and tongues attempted to devour the other. Both were 
panting heavily as they came apart and Janet took 
Karen's hand and led her over to the sofa where they 
both sat on the edge of the cushions half turned toward 
one another.

Karen took this opportunity to really look at her 
mother for the first time. Janet was dressed in one of 
her severe gray business suits which was offset, 
however, by an elegant off-white silk blouse buttoned 
to the throat and a very feminine, wide black silk 
scarf around her neck under the wide blouse collar. She 
also had on matching high heels and sheer charcoal 
colored hose. Somehow, this all enhanced Janet's 
beautiful wavy blond hair and tanned skin and Karen was 
stirred deeply to know that even though her mother was 
getting on in years she was still quite beautiful. And 
sexy!

Not knowing where any of this was coming from, Karen 
continued to look at her mother and finally got up the 
courage to state, "Mother, I want you. I'm sorry, but I 
can't help it. I've been sexed up all day long just 
thinking about your body and what I want to do to it."

When Janet started to interrupt, Karen said, "No, wait-
-let me finish. I've got to say this even if it sounds 
weird and perverted, but I've just got to say it. I've 
never been so horny before in my life for another 
person. I don't understand it, but I really don't care 
anymore. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong 
or whether you're my mother or not or whether it's 
incest or whatever, I just know how I feel and what I 
want to do. I love you and I want you. And I want you 
to love and want me, too, please." Karen was actually 
panting at the end of this speech, both from having 
uttered it in one breath as well as from being sexually 
aroused by the woman sitting next to her. Nonetheless, 
she felt glad that she had come out in the open with it 
at last. And now she would wait and see what her 
mother's position was going to be.

"Oh, Karen," Janet sighed dropping her head, "I know, 
darling. I feel the same way. I do." Now she took one 
of Karen's hands in her own and continued, "And I don't 
know how to handle it all. I don't want to hurt you or 
make your life any more miserable than your father and 
I have already made it. Please know that, dear."

"I do, mother, I do," Karen voiced fervently and raised 
her mother's hand to her lips and bussed it lightly 
with her lips.

"Are you sure you really know what you want, Karen?" 
Janet queried anxiously.

Emboldened now Karen said, "Oh, yes, mother, I do. I 
simply want to fuck you and have you fuck me. Right now 
I don't care about anything else in the world." With 
that Karen reached over and inserted her hand inside 
her mother's suit jacket and cupped her small breast 
and squeezed. "I so much want to make you happy and 
feel good. I want to make you cum. Please let me make 
you cum," Karen almost pleaded as she continued to 
fondle her mother's breast, feeling the large nipple 
becoming erect through the blouse and bra.

Janet just sat there with her hands in her lap and her 
eyes closed and let her daughter feel her up.

"Oh hell, I don't believe this is happening," she said 
eventually as Karen's fingers continued to roll her 
erected nipple between her fingers. "I can't tell you 
how wet I've been all day just thinking about what 
could happen tonight. And here we are! And it IS 
happening."

"Mother, there's just one thing I need to know."

"Yes, darling, what's that?"

"Do you remember that incident years ago when I was 
staying in California my last summer visit after..."

"What about it?"

"Do you remember me coming into the room when you and 
another woman were... uh... you know... having sex 
together."

"You remember that, do you?" Janet said.

"Mother! How could I forget it? I was never more 
shocked in my whole life!"

"Well, yeah, I guess. I kind of hoped you'd forget 
about that. I mean, it's not something a mother cares 
to have her daughter witness."

"But I can't forget it. Couldn't. Won't ever."

Turning her head to Karen, Janet asked, "I know it was 
shocking, but it appears now that it had some other 
effects on you as well, huh?"

"Indeed! I hate to admit this, but I've been 
masturbating to that fantasy ever since. But it wasn't 
until yesterday morning -- no, actually, when you gave 
me the enema the night before that I first started to 
admit that I was sexually attracted to you."

When Janet didn't comment on this Karen became 
immediately concerned and followed with, "Mother, 
you're not just doing this out of kindness, are you? I 
mean you're not just doing this to make me feel good?"

"You can rest easy on that count, dear. Up until 
yesterday morning I never had any idea something like 
this would happen. But when I saw you getting excited 
by having your nipples manipulated it had a very sudden 
and tremendous effect on me. For whatever reason, and I 
don't understand it, I got really horny myself just 
watching you. But the capper was when you asked me to 
suck your tits. That did it. I still have the taste of 
your milk in my mouth whenever I think about us. And 
watching you cum and then having you watch me cum -- 
that cemented it."

With that confession both women grew silent. After a 
few moments Janet reached up and removed her daughter's 
hand from her breast following which she took off her 
suit jacket and lay it over the back of the sofa. 
Turning again to Karen she said, "I see you have a 
bottle of bubbly. How 'bout we have a sip?"

"OK," Karen answered and stood up to fetch the already 
opened bottle and a couple of glasses. She handed one 
glass to her mother and resat herself. Then she poured 
for both of them after which Janet raised her glass and 
said, "To us, dear loved one. Even if I am your 
mother."

Karen raised her own glass and said simply, "To us." 
Both women drained their glasses and set them down 
simultaneously on the coffee table.

After an uncomfortable moment or two when both women 
were anxious to get something started, but neither knew 
how, Janet piped up, "Dear, now that you did ask, there 
is something that you can do for me - eventually - if 
you wouldn't mind."

Karen just tilted her head slightly to one side and 
looked at her mother lovingly and said, "Of course, 
mom. What is it?"

"Well," Janet said, inhaling deeply, "and I know this 
sounds a bit lewd, but I was wondering if you wouldn't 
mind masturbating in front of me. I mean, all by 
yourself, just as if you were alone, with me watching. 
Could you do that?"

Karen wasn't in the least taken back. It was just what 
she wanted to hear and she said, "Absolutely. I'll do 
anything -- anything -- you want. And you can do 
anything you want to me. I really want you, mom and if 
this is something that will please you and turn you on, 
then I'll do it. I really got turned on watching you 
jack off and if you could do it in front of me then I 
can't see why I shouldn't be able to do it for you, 
too. Do you want me to do it right here and now."

"Uh, not necessarily, unless you just want to. It can 
be anytime; I just had this fantasy about watching you 
make yourself cum. I love watching other people 
masturbate themselves and I'd love seeing you doing it 
to yourself - especially the part where you suck your 
own nipple!"

"Oh, god, mother, just hearing you talk like this is 
making me sopping wet. Please kiss me," Karen pleaded.

Closing the small gap between them, Janet leaned 
forward and lightly pressed her lips to those of her 
daughter. The kiss started chastely enough, but it 
wasn't a couple of seconds before Karen took her 
mother's face in both of her hands and began kissing 
her in earnest. She opened her mouth and drove her 
tongue forcefully between her mother's lips and teeth 
and was met by her mother's tongue. Karen was now sexed 
up to the extent that just kissing was not satisfying 
her needs. Moving her mouth from Janet's lips but still 
holding her head she began to kiss her neck. Extending 
her wet tongue she began to bathe Janet's entire neck 
area with it and moved up to her ears. Pushing the 
golden blond hair back she stuck her tongue directly 
into the ear and began to use an in-and-out fucking 
motion which made Janet shiver and cause the small 
hairs on the back of her neck to rise.

Finished with one ear, Karen turned her mother's head 
to the other side and attacked the other ear in the 
same fashion. When that ear was drenched Karen began to 
use long lapping motions with both her head and tongue 
the way a cat licks itself and started licking her 
mother's entire face. Janet just sat, stunned at the 
strength of her daughter's obvious arousal but was 
really astonished when, her whole face now slick with 
Karen's sweet smelling saliva, her daughter began to 
lick not only her eyes and then her nose, but inserted 
her tongue right into her nose and used the same 
fucking motion that she had used on her ears.

Janet couldn't believe how terribly erotic is was to 
have her daughter running her tongue in and out of her 
nostrils. It was something she had never felt before, 
nor even considered. Sensing at this point that Karen 
was totally losing control of herself Janet decided to 
try and slow things down. She firmly grasped her by the 
shoulders and pushed her back away from herself gently, 
looking at her.

"Oh, darling, you look absolutely smashing in that 
outfit. I guess I forgot to tell you. It's very, uh... 
stimulating, I guess, for want of a better word." 
Casting her eyes downward she continued, "I especially 
like the way I can see your nipples through that tight 
blouse."

Although she was now panting openly, Karen sensed the 
change of pace and went along with it saying, "I 
noticed you've had a problem looking me in the eye this 
evening."

"Well, you can't blame me, can you. It makes my own 
nipples hard just looking at yours. I was glad to hear 
you say that no other woman has ever sucked them -- I 
would be very, very jealous if they had."

"You're the first and only one, mother."

"Are you going to let me do it to you again, dear?"

"All you want, mother, all you want." Karen slumped 
back into the sofa cushions and began to unbutton her 
blouse. When she had it down to the last three buttons 
she stopped and pulled it apart without pulling it out 
of the skirt waist. Reaching in with her hands she then 
brought both of her milk laden breasts out, their dark 
hued skin tone contrasting sharply with the white 
blouse now framing them."

Looking over at her mother's still spit-slick face she 
said, "They're all yours, mother."


CHAPTER 5
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As her daughter sat cupping a bare breast in each hand 
squeezing them out to her, Janet just stared. Droplets 
of milk began to appear at the end of Karen's long, 
turgid nipples as a result of the pressure she was 
applying. The sight was almost overpoweringly erotic. 
'This must be what men feel when looking at these kinds 
of dirty pictures of women in those magazines,' she 
thought to herself. 'I can understand why they spend so 
much time locked up by themselves jacking off.'

"Well, mother," Karen inquired in a soft, sexy voice, 
"are you just going to sit there all night staring or 
are you going to suck my nipples like you said you 
wanted to?"

Without saying anything, Janet scootched her buttocks 
up against those of her daughter's and leaned forward. 
She wasn't playing around this time and immediately 
opened her mouth wide and encircled one of Karen's 
arrogantly swollen nipples with her lips. No sooner had 
she applied even the lightest amount of suction to the 
tit than a stream of milk flooded the insides of her 
mouth forcing her to start swallowing. This action 
caused her to suck more with the result that milk 
continued to flow. Soon she had set up a rhythm with 
the motions of her lips and tongue while Karen just sat 
there and moaned loudly.

After about a minute, Karen let go of her breasts and 
used her hands to firmly push her mother away. "You've 
got to stop, mother," she said breathlessly, "or else 
I'm going to cum again and I don't want to do it yet - 
not before I've made you come."

"Can't you cum more than once, dear -- can't you have 
multiple orgasms?" Janet said, looking up at Karen 
questioningly.

"I don't know. I've never tried to. I'm so satisfied 
with one that I've never felt the need to go on. And 
I'm usually too worn out to even think about it."

"Well, we'll have to see about that, darling. Say -- 
wouldn't it be more comfortable if we took the wine and 
went upstairs, huh?"

"Sure, mom -- that's a good idea. Let's do that."

Janet grabbed the bottle and glasses while Karen 
extinguished the candles. Both women were so excited 
that it was like a mad rush as they mounted the stairs 
together and headed for Karen's bedroom. Once inside, 
Janet, who had entered first, turned to her daughter 
and said, "Darling, can I ask you a another big favor?"

"Of course, mom."

"Do you have any clothespins in the house?"

"Well, yeah. I've got a bunch downstairs in the laundry 
room. Why?"

Ignoring her daughter's inquisitiveness Janet simply 
said, "Could I ask you to go down and grab a handful 
for me, please?"

"Sure, mother, but whatever for?"

Janet just smiled and said, "You'll see -- but for 
right now, just go get them, OK?"

"Well -- OK," and Karen turned and left the bedroom 
heading downstairs again. She had been gone about five 
minutes after having finally found the clothespins in 
an old drawer by the washing machine. When she 
reentered the room she was met with an unexpected 
sight.

All the lights had been turned out with the exception 
of the low-wattage bed stand lamp which cast barely 
enough light to read by. And there, in the middle of 
the bed sitting propped up with pillows behind her back 
and her long full legs spread wide with her knees up, 
was her mother. Janet was now clad only in a bra and a 
garter belt to which her nylons were still attached. 
She also still had on the high heels, but she didn't 
have on any panties and the bra cups were pulled down 
and positioned so that the puffy brown areole of both 
breasts with their long nipples rested in full view on 
the upper edge of the each cup. 

As she looked up at Karen's arrival she was furiously 
working the fingers of her right hand in her glistening 
pink pussy, the swollen lips of which were being held 
apart by the fingers on her other hand. The sight was 
made more clearly visible because of the contrast 
effected by her wet pussy being framed by the massive 
amount of long, black, curly pubic hair which ran from 
her stomach to her ass.

After the initial surprise passed, Karen walked with a 
sexy sway over to the side of the bed never once taking 
her eyes from those of her mother's. Without breaking 
eye contact she deposited the clothespins in her hand 
on the nightstand and remained standing watching her 
mother play with herself.

"You really like to masturbate, don't you, mother?" 
Karen said.

"Yes, darling, I really do," Janet responded, looking 
up at Karen.

"Tell me, do you also like to read dirty books or look 
at lewd pictures while you play with yourself?"

"Uh, huh. But I'd rather watch a porno movie. What I 
really like best is to masturbate while I'm watching 
someone else doing it and they're watching me. How 
about you?"

"When I was in school we would sometimes see these 
dirty picture books and I'd get secretly turned on. One 
time I actually got hold of one and brought it home. It 
had the most fantastic pictures of men and women 
fucking and doing all sorts of things. I only had it 
for a day, but I did jerk off looking at the pictures. 
It felt so dirty doing it that I never did it again."

"Well, dear, I like to do dirty things -- the dirtier 
the better, sometimes," Janet avowed.

"Yeah, me too, now," Karen said huskily, "And that's 
why, right now Mother -- I want to eat you." There! It 
was out. No going back now. This was the ultimate act, 
frenching her mother's cunt with her mouth, with her 
lips and tongue. But this is what she wanted and there 
was no hesitation in her voice.

Her mother said in an equally hoarse voice, "I know 
dear. And I want you to eat me. I want you to make me 
cum with your mouth. Oh, christ, I'm so fucking sexed 
up. Come on, darling, do it!"

Karen was so focused on the movement of her mother's 
hand in her cunt she didn't even consider disrobing; 
she was still fully clothed although her blouse hung 
open as it had downstairs allowing Janet to ogle her 
milk-swollen tits. She just moved down a little at the 
side of the bed and dropped onto her knees with her 
arms at her side as she looked deeply into her mother's 
eyes.

Moving her gaze to Janet's crotch she took in the sight 
and was surprised to see how big her mother's clitoris 
was. Not like hers which was just a little nub right 
below the juncture of her lips. Janet's was much larger 
and looked for all the world like a little erect penis 
as she moved it here and there with the index finger of 
her left hand, obviously teasing Karen with the sight.

Karen dropped to her hands so that she was now on all 
fours and moved forward between Janet's spread legs 
until her head was positioned right above her mother's 
pussy. Wondering all the while why she was doing it, 
but not caring, she slowly moved her tongue around her 
mouth behind her closed lips until she had a good 
mouthful of saliva. Then she slightly parted her full 
lips and let the spit dribble slowly out in a 
continuous stream onto her mother's gaping pussy. It 
took a few seconds for Karen to empty her mouth of the 
saliva and as it hit her pussy and the fingers frigging 
it, Janet rubbed it all around making herself that much 
more wet.

Mouth now empty, Karen lowered her head until her lips 
were just a fraction of an inch from contact with the 
object of her desires. Janet now quit playing with 
herself and used both hands to grip her cunt lips and 
spread them as wide as she could. Karen was mesmerized 
by the sight of her mother's large clit standing 
straight out from her pussy. As she watched, it 
appeared to jerk and pulse all by itself. Balancing 
herself on her left hand she moved back slightly while 
she reached into her blouse with her right hand and 
pulled out her breast. She then gripped the nipple as 
Janet had taught her and aimed it at her mother's pussy 
and began to squeeze sending a spray of milk all over 
the area. When it was thoroughly coated she let her 
breast drop and leaned forward again with both arms on 
the outside of Janet's torso.

Ever so slowly Karen parted her lips and slid the tip 
of her tongue out until she could just barely feel 
contact with the moisture soaked clit. Then she flicked 
it up and down and then sideways which caused Janet's 
body to react as if a shock had been applied to it. The 
contact broken, Karen lowered her head and reached with 
her tongue so that it lay flat against the bottom of 
her mother's pussy where it began to open into her 
vagina. Then she lapped upward with the tongue, very 
slowly. As it came into contact with the base of 
Janet's clit she opened her mouth and sucked it in. 
Once her mouth was closed over the hard flesh Karen 
immediately began to lash it with her tongue while 
sucking in hard on the whole area.

That's all it took. Suddenly Janet's legs came around 
Karen and locked on her back below her shoulder blades 
as the peak of her first orgasmic wave hit. Her hips 
levitated from the bed and then froze as Janet rode out 
that wave, following which the powerful orgasm caused 
her body to jerk with each succeeding spasm. As this 
happened, Karen struggled to keep her mouth in contact 
with Janet's clit, but wasn't totally successful and 
she finally drew back to a kneeling position. 

Feeling the loss of contact, Janet immediately began to 
once again frig herself rapidly with one hand as her 
daughter watched her jack herself completely through 
the orgasm. When Janet's body stopped its violent 
spasming and her hips dropped back onto the mattress 
Karen again leaned forward. Knowing that her mother's 
clit was most likely way too sensitive for direct 
touch, but feeling she was drowning with unfulfilled 
lust, Karen began to grind her entire face all over 
Janet's pussy, cheek to cheek and forehead to chin, 
until it was completely covered with a mixture of cum, 
her own breast milk and her own saliva. She then raised 
up between her mother's splayed thighs and launched 
herself forward onto Janet's torso with their heads 
coming to rest just inches apart.

This time it was Janet's turn to return what her 
daughter had done downstairs and she began to lap at 
her cheeks and forehead with the flat of her tongue 
cleaning off the gooey mess. With Karen's weight 
pressing uncomfortably, Janet rolled her body sideways 
until both women lay side by side. She continued to lap 
and lick her daughter's face until it was almost devoid 
of the mixture, while savoring the aroma of their 
combined juices. 

Her final act at this moment was a duplication of what 
Karen had done to her earlier and she began to move the 
tip of her tongue in and out of her daughter's 
nostrils, going further in each time until she was 
virtually fucking Karen's nose with her tongue. For her 
part, Karen continued to lay passively not being able 
to do anything but moan at her mother's ministrations.

Janet finally ceased tonguing Karen's face and rolled 
her daughter off of her and over onto her back. Both 
women remained silent for many minutes until Janet sat 
up on the edge of the bed to take a drink from her wine 
glass. Turning backwards to look at her daughter she 
said, "Are you alright, dear?"

"Oh, mother, that was so wonderful. I just love to make 
you cum-- yes, I'm OK, but I wish I had a cock so I 
could fuck you, too."

***

Janet didn't respond to this right away so Karen 
continued on, "I never in the world believed sex could 
be like this -- never in a thousand years." When Janet 
still didn't respond, she asked in a mock-whining tone, 
"Are you not talking to me and want to just roll over 
and go to sleep -- now that you've had yours -- or are 
you now feeling guilty about having heavy sex with your 
own little girl? You're feeling guilty, I'll bet."

Still not speaking, Janet reached out and picked up 
Karen's glass and handed it to her. "Here -- down this! 
You're going to need it." The tone in Janet's voice 
surprised Karen. It was still husky and had that tense 
tone to it that Karen came to associate with her 
mother's sexual arousal. Without hesitating Karen sat 
up and downed the contents of the glass and set it 
down. Seeing this, Janet got unsteadily to her feet and 
reached down to take her daughter's hand.

"Come on, darling. It's your turn."

Even though she stood up and followed her mother toward 
the master bath she was puzzled. She asked, "Where are 
we going, mom?"

"The other morning you said your favorite place was the 
bathroom, didn't you?"

"Well, yes, but I..."

"Don't worry, dear. We're going to get to that, I 
promise. That is, if you're going to ask what I think 
you're going to ask. You want me to eat you, don't 
you?"

"Well, yes, I was hoping that..."

"And I'm going to -- believe me, I'm going to. But 
first I want to do what you promised you would do for 
me, OK?"

By this time they were in the bathroom and both 
remained standing, Karen facing away from her mother, 
not quite knowing what to do.

"Now, dear, if you don't mind, I'd very much like to 
watch you masturbate. Would you do that for me, huh?"

Karen felt a tinge of disappointment because she had 
hoped that her mother would reciprocate her own act of 
cunnilingus, but she also was aware of what she had 
told her mother about doing anything she desired and 
had even specifically promised to masturbate in front 
of her. So she quickly resigned herself to carrying out 
her mother's wish. In a couple of seconds she had even 
convinced herself that what she was about to do was 
going to be actually exciting for at least two reasons. 

First, it would give her an uninterrupted chance to 
bring herself to orgasm while she looked at her 
mother's visually arousing body. And second, there was 
something terribly lewd about being totally sexually 
uninhibited by masturbating in front of her.

All of these thoughts raced through her mind as she 
turned and said, "Of course, mother, I'd love to. How 
do you want me to do it."

"Well, I'd like you to kind of pretend I'm not even 
here. Just do what you normally would do when you're 
alone and you play with yourself, OK."

"Sure, I'll try. But that'll be awfully hard to do 
because I want to look at you while I'm doing it."

"I know. That's OK. Just go ahead and do what you want. 
I'll just watch."

Karen then proceeded to remove her blouse and skirt. 
Like her mother, she wasn't wearing any panties, but as 
she started to reach behind her to undo the garter belt 
Janet quickly said, "Uh, darling. If you don't mind, 
please leave the rest of your stuff on. You're such a 
sexy sight in your garter belt and hose and heels. Do 
you mind?"

"Of course not, mom."

Standing again facing away from her mother, Karen 
remained motionless for a few seconds as she thought 
about what she was going to do. She then walked over to 
the toilet and raised the lid and turning, sat down. 
She was about to open her thighs when a sudden wave of 
embarrassment swept over her and she said, without 
looking at Janet, "Oh, wow. I don't believe how 
embarrassed I feel right now. I've never, ever done 
this before in front of anyone."

"You mean nobody has ever watched you masturbate 
yourself before? Not even your own husband?"

"Richard's pretty much a straight arrow, mom. As loving 
as he is, he just doesn't go in for anything out of the 
ordinary and I've never pushed him because I've never 
really done anything weird myself until now."

"Yeah, weird is right. But fun, huh?" Janet commented 
as she moved over to Karen's side and sat herself on 
the edge of the bathtub a couple of feet away.

"OK," Janet said, "I'm ready as soon as you are."

"Gosh, mother, I feel really funny about this -- I 
mean, jerking off in front of my own mother."

"What's there to feel funny about, dear? You just ate 
my pussy.

This can't hold a candle to that!"

"I know, I know. But still, this is really 
embarrassing. I don't know whether I can really do it 
or not."

"Well, I tell you what. If we can get you hot again, 
you'll do it. I know you will. Would you like me to 
kiss you first? Maybe while I'm kissing you, you can 
start fingering yourself. That way you won't see me 
looking at you and maybe it won't be so embarrassing, 
OK?"

"OK. Let's give it a try," Karen said.

Janet scooted a foot to her left until she was 
positioned at an angle just oblique to Karen and where 
all she had to do was lean forward to be able to kiss 
her. She did this without hesitation and as their lips 
met, Karen closed her eyes and dropped her left hand 
between her legs and tentatively inserted her fingers 
between her still swollen labia. She was surprised to 
find that her entire cunt area was still engorged and 
fully wet as she found her clitoris and began to gently 
fondle it from the side. With the familiar feel of her 
own fingers on her clit and her mother's lips and 
tongue working away at her mouth, it was only a matter 
of moments until she was once again inflamed with the 
lust that had driven her to do and say the things she 
just recently had.

As her excitement mounted with the continued 
manipulation of her pussy, she opened her eyes only to 
discover that her mother's eyes were also half open 
looking at her and the lust in them was plainly 
evident. This further aroused her to the point where 
she drew away from Janet and sat straight upright on 
the toilet seat. Janet also pulled back and put both 
hands to her sides on the flat of the tub edge and just 
looked at Karen lovingly.

"God, you're a sexy sight, darling. You ought to see 
how really sexy you look right now, sitting there 
playing with yourself."

Her mother's reassuring words provided additional 
incentive so that Karen spread her full thighs even 
wider apart and lowered her right hand to her groin and 
used the fingers to spread her pussy lips apart while 
her left hand continued to diddle her clitoris.

"And you smell heavenly. The combination of your cunt 
and perfume is absolutely heavenly."

Karen continued to stare straight ahead as she played 
with herself, not daring to look over at her mother. 
She was now fully aroused and didn't want to take the 
chance of breaking the spell by making even the 
slightest movement with her head. As she continued on 
she gradually let her eyes close until they were shut. 
At that point, however, the old image of her mother 
from so long ago appeared as if by magic. She quickly 
open her eyes and turned her head to Janet and came 
face to face with almost the same image. Janet look 
straight into her eyes and, it seemed, into her soul.

"Karen, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever 
known. I love you so much, darling. I never knew that 
sex with another woman could be this lovely. It's 
awesome -- and with my own daughter. It takes my breath 
away."

Hearing these loving words from her mother filled Karen 
with an emotion she had only had a hint of in the past 
few days. Now it was almost overpowering. There seemed 
to be no way in the world that she could express how 
she felt at this moment. It was a combination of the 
utmost deep love coupled with an unparalleled depth of 
total lust and lewdness. Nothing in her past experience 
came anywhere close to this feeling.

The headiness of her emotions drove Karen to both widen 
her legs and quicken the motion of her hand and she 
continued masturbating until it seemed she couldn't 
breathe. Then she had to stop, both from being 
breathless and because her arm was starting to tire.

As she sat still a few moments but continued to look 
into her mother's eyes she said, "And I love you, too, 
mother. There's no way I can tell you how much." She 
then resumed her hand movements, but let go of her 
labia with her right hand and raised it to her right 
breast cupping its heavy weight in her palm. As she 
lifted it and let it drop a few times she continued to 
squeeze and soon the tip of her nipple showed evidence 
of the milk contained inside as a few drops appeared 
and slowly rolled down the underside of her tit. Then 
she grasped the very end of her nipple and softly 
twisted it, rolling it back and forth between thumb and 
forefinger. 

Finally, she once again grasped it from beneath and, 
tilting her head downward, brought the nipple to her 
lips and began to mouth it. The pressure of the breast 
being forced upward along with her gentle sucking now 
created a steady stream of milk. Since she wasn't 
really sucking the nipple and areola into her mouth, 
but rather just manipulating it with her lips the milk 
began to immediately dribble out and down her chin, 
some of it continuing to her throat while the rest 
dropped off to fall on the compacted skin of her upper 
breast.

This was almost too much for her, but at the same time 
wasn't enough and she felt a faint vacancy in her body 
that she couldn't identify. In an instant she knew 
exactly what she wanted and moved herself forward on 
the toilet seat as far as she could while still keeping 
her hand between her thighs.

Taking her mouth from her nipple without releasing her 
hold on her breast Karen looked over at Janet who was 
mesmerized at the sight of her daughter's shamelessly 
abandoned behavior. With flushed face and chest and 
swollen lips she said breathlessly, "Mother, I know you 
just want to watch, but I need for you to do something 
for me."


CHAPTER 6
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Janet preceded her daughter back into the bedroom, went 
to the bed and pulled back the covers and sheets. She 
then went around to the far side of the bed and picked 
up the champagne bottle and poured her glass to the 
brim following which she downed the entire glass in one 
swallow.

"Wow, I got thirsty in there. You want some, dear?"

"Sure," Karen said, seating herself on the other side 
of the bed. She picked up her own glass from the 
nightstand and held it out to Janet who filled it. 
Putting the glass the her lips she happened to glance 
down at the nightstand and noticed the four clothespins 
she had retrieved earlier at her mother's request. 
After taking a sip of the wine she turned to Janet and 
asked, "What did you want those clothespins for, 
mother?"

After a slight pause Janet said, "I'll show you in just 
a bit dear. I want to take a breather for a minute, 
OK?"

"Can't you just tell me what they're for. You don't 
have to show me."

"Well, sure, I guess. Uh, what I'm about to tell you, 
you might not like about me, but I want you to promise 
that you won't be judgmental, alright?"

"Mother," Karen said in somewhat of an exasperated 
tone, "how could I be judgmental? Huh? After all this?"

"I know dear, but there are some things about me that 
you don't know yet and might find a little strange - 
things that I like that you might not find quite as 
appetizing as I do."

"Come on, mother," Karen chided, "I love you. It can't 
be all that bad."

"Yeah, well, I don't think it's so bad, but when I was 
your age if someone told me what I'm about to tell you 
I'd have thought they were real perverts."

When Karen didn't say anything, but just continued to 
look at her quizzically, Janet continued, "Anyway, over 
the years I've come to discover that, uh, I find a 
certain amount of what most people would call pain to 
be quite pleasurable, I guess you'd say."

Seeing the startled look on her daughter's face Janet 
hurried on with "But I'm not into the really heavy 
stuff where people get hurt or injured."

"What then?" Karen asked frowning, not sure she liked 
what she was hearing.

"Haven't you ever got so hot sometimes with your 
husband that he sometimes bites you or slaps your ass - 
or you do it to him?"

"Well, sure, but that's not really painful."

"It's pretty much the same thing, dear, except I don't 
like to be bitten although I do like to have my ass 
slapped now and then - there's nothing that warms me up 
like a good spanking. I also enjoy the sensation of 
having these clothespins on certain parts of my body, 
especially my nipples."

"Your kidding, mom." Karen exclaimed.

"No, Karen, I'm not," Janet said seriously. "I really 
enjoy the sensation. In me, at least, there seems to be 
a direct line from my nipples to my cunt and I find the 
pain from the clothespins a real turn on. But just 
because I happen to like it doesn't mean I expect you 
to so don't worry about it, please."

"OK. I won't. Do you want to do that now?"

"Sure, why not. They're not much and they don't get in 
the way.

If you would, why don't you reach over there and get 
them for me."

As Karen stretched herself across the bed to retrieve 
the clothespins from the nightstand Janet ran her free 
hand along her daughter's outstretched body from her 
raised hip to the side of her breast remarking, "You 
sure are a beautiful young woman, Karen. I feel so 
fortunate to have you for a lover, even if you are my 
own daughter."

"I know, mother, I feel the same way. Here," Karen said 
softly as she tried to give the pins to her mother.

As she took another sip of her wine Janet continued to 
caress Karen's breast saying, "Would you do me a favor 
and put them on for me, dear. It's always more exciting 
when someone else applies them rather than doing it 
myself."

"Sure, I guess. How do I do it? And why do you need 
four of them?"

"I'll tell you how. First take one clothespin in your 
right hand and grip the tip of my nipple with your left 
and pull it out." Karen did as instructed and Janet 
continued, "Go ahead, really pull it out, stretch it -
that's it - now place the pin sideways over the back of 
my nipple as far back as it'll go - yeah, right there 
next to the areola and gently let it clamp down. Right, 
go ahead, dear."

As Karen released the pressure on the clothespin she 
looked up into her mother's face and saw her close her 
eyes in a grimace which, however, quickly turned to an 
expression of arousal.

"Oh, god, that feels good," Janet breathed. "Now do the 
other tit the same way, Karen."

Her daughter did as told with the same results. When 
she looked down again at Janet's breasts both nipples 
had swollen up beyond belief and had turned an almost 
bright red.

"Now the other two, darling. And don't worry so much. 
You're not going to injure me. Believe me, the feeling 
is exquisite.

"Take another clothespin and this time clamp it on 
straight from the front so that it's pinned right on 
the tip of my nipple, OK?"

Karen did just as her mother asked which caused Janet 
to emit a low grumbling moan and hunch her shoulders 
forward. Karen then took the other clothespin, but 
instead of applying it immediately she said to her 
mother, "Does it feel good too if someone pinches and 
twists your nipples really hard?"

"Yeah, that feels good too, but the sensation is 
different."

Karen then reached a hand forward and grasped the 
exposed swollen nipple still lacking the second 
clothespin and gently, but steadily, applied increasing 
pressure to it and began to twist it. At the same time 
she closely watched her mother's face and was amazed 
that no matter how hard she seemed to be squeezing and 
turning the nipple in her fingers her mother only 
moaned with what appeared to be sensual bliss.

"Doesn't that hurt, mom?" Karen asked, amazed.

"Oh, yesssss, it hurts. You do that so well, darling. 
The secret is to start gently and increase the pressure 
slowly - not just all at once."

Then Karen suddenly let go of the nipple, leaned 
forward and flicked her warm wet tongue rapidly all 
around it covering it with spit before clamping the 
clothespin to it, again causing her mother to wince.

"Oh, christ, that's almost enough to make me come," 
Janet intoned as she appeared to be totally immersed in 
the sensations coursing through her body. All Karen 
could do was settle back and take in the scene in 
wonderment.

As Janet sat on the edge of the bed with her daughter 
next to her she leaned back on one hand and arm and 
moved the other between her legs and began to run her 
middle finger up and down her slick pussy slit.

"This is too good to pass up, dear," Janet said, "you 
don't mind if I jack myself off, do you. It won't take 
long - and then I'll do you like you want, OK?"

"No, mother, I don't mind. You ought to know by now 
that I love to watch you masturbate. But don't wear 
yourself out. And if there's anything you want me to do 
just tell me, will you?"

For a few seconds Janet remained silent as she 
pleasured herself, but then said in a husky voice, "Yes 
- there is something you can do for me if you would. 
When I come - right at the height of the first spasm - 
slap me in the face - really hard, OK?"

"Really hard?" Karen asked, surprised.

"Yes - really hard," Janet grunted.

Karen rose from the bed and stood directly in front of 
her mother with her legs spread and her hands on her 
hips quietly looking down at her mother masturbating 
and waiting for the moment to arrive. She was aroused 
enough at this point watching Janet that she would have 
wrung her neck if that's what she wanted. She also 
couldn't believe that she wasn't having any qualms 
about slapping her mother in the face.

As Janet approached climax she raised her face to her 
daughter with an almost pleading expression. 'What an 
amazing sight,' Karen thought, 'my own mother, nipples 
painfully clamped, masturbating in front of me and 
waiting for me to slap her face when she comes. It's 
totally bizarre, but a tremendous turn-on!"

"Tell me when," she commanded to which Janet rejoined 
breathlessly, "yeah, I'll tell you when - soon - very 
soon..."

"Jesus, mother, you make me so hot doing this. Come on! 
Cum for me. Do it!"

"It's almost there," Janet hissed, her hand a blur 
between her legs and her breasts jiggling as her body 
quivered, straining with the climactic effort.

"Here it cums, darling. Get ready. It's - yes - oh, 
shit, oh yesss! It's cumming - just - now. Do it now, 
oh please. Hit me!"

At just the point where Karen saw her mother's body go 
rigid she reared back and brought the open palm of her 
right hand resoundingly across Janet's cheek knocking 
her onto her side on the bed. This didn't deter her in 
the least as she continued to jerk her cunt while she 
writhed in the waves of the orgasm.

As she came down, Janet flopped backwards on the bed 
sobbing, causing Karen to quickly mount the bed 
position herself on her knees next to her mother.

"Are you OK mom?" Karen was mortified at the thought 
that she might have done real damage to her mother.

"Oh, darling, my darling little girl, that was so 
beautiful.

Thank you so much," Janet panted, trying to get her 
breath back. "Yes - I'm just fine. Here, dear - take 
these clothespins off, will you. But watch out - do it 
very slowly and gently. They hurt just as much coming 
off as they do going on."

Karen began to remove the wooden clamps as her mother 
instructed, but they still caused obvious pain as Janet 
winced and grimaced as each one came off. When all four 
where finally off Janet raised her arms and grabbed 
Karen to her, kissing her deeply on the mouth.

As the two of them fell apart Janet said, "Come on, 
now, dear. It's your turn again. Are you ready for it? 
For what I know you want?"

"I sure am - if you are," Karen said as she moved 
herself toward the head of the bed, taking the pillows 
and mounding them so when she was settled she was 
almost half sitting up.

"Why don't you just lie flat back, Karen. Wouldn't you 
be more comfortable that way?"

With a sly grin on her face Karen said, "No - I want to 
watch, too."

When Janet still remained in her reclining position 
Karen finally asked, "Well... I'm waiting. Whenever 
you're ready, mother."

"I'm ready too, dear. I'm just waiting for you to tell 
me what you want me to do."

"You know what I want," Karen said hoarsely as she 
looked deeply into her mother's eye.

"Of course I know," Janet rejoined, holding her 
daughter's eyes with her own, "but I want to hear you 
say it. And I want you tell me what you want in the 
most lewd and filthy language you can. You know, the 
stuff I would have washed your mouth out with soap for 
if when you were younger."

Karen felt her face start to redden and her pulse 
quicken as she said, "I want you to eat my cunt, 
mother. I want you to french my cunt with your mouth - 
with your lips and tongue, until I cum. And while 
you're doing that with your mouth I also want you to 
play with my pussy - stick your fingers in me."

Hearing herself say these things to her mother sounded 
like they were coming from another person, but the 
effect was the same; she felt she was becoming almost 
viciously aroused, but she couldn't stop herself as she 
continued, "Oh yeah, and I also want you to finger fuck 
me in the ass, too. And while you're doing that I'm 
going to play with my own tits while I watch you do 
it."

As Karen hesitated in listing her desires, Janet began 
to position herself for the coming task by lowering her 
head toward Karen's crotch, but was brought up short 
when her daughter interjected in a commanding voice, 
"But before you start eating me, first I want you to 
kiss my legs - both of them - all over. Use your tongue 
on them. Get them good and wet, from ankle to knee and 
then work your way up my thighs until you get to my 
cunt!"

Getting to her knees Janet asked, "Don't you want to 
take off your nylons, darling?"

"No," Karen said harshly, "I want you to lick my legs 
with them on."

When Janet hesitated, Karen put a hand to her shoulder 
and demanded, "Come on, just do it, for god's sake. 
Lick my legs - it turns me on."

Janet lifted one of Karen's nylon encased legs by the 
ankles and began to run her tongue about the ankle and 
then slowly higher, twisting and turning her head as 
she attempted to cover every inch. As she did this 
Karen just watched her silently as she lightly caressed 
both her breasts with the her fingertips. When Janet 
reached the knee of one leg she was tempted to just 
dive into her daughter's pussy and get on with it, but 
as she glanced at Karen something about her expression 
made her lower that leg and lift the other one, giving 
it the same treatment. 

When she had worked her mouth to the point where it 
reached the stocking top and touched bare skin it 
caused Karen to jerk and bring her knees together on 
each side of Janet's head. Gently but forcefully Janet 
used her hands to part Karen's thighs as she stuck out 
her tongue and ran it in a series of loops every 
upwards toward her daughter's swollen open pussy.

Janet circled Karen's pussy with her lips and tongue 
without actually touching the turgid wet inner flesh. 
Putting her hands under Karen's buttocks and grasping a 
cheek in each hand she prompted Karen to raise her hips 
thereby affording a wide open path which Janet followed 
directly to Karen's rectum. Sticking out her moist 
tongue and flexing it into a hard point she then began 
to work around Karen's asshole until she finally 
penetrated the sphincter causing her to emit a long low 
animal growl.

When she felt she had it wet enough she replaced her 
tongue with a finger, slowly inserting it bit by bit 
while twisting and turning it. As she did so she could 
feel Karen's asshole alternately tighten and relax in 
gentle spasms. As she did this she allowed Karen's hip 
to lower until they were back in contact with the bed 
at which point she took one leg and pushed it into the 
air, spreading Karen's thighs as wide as she could. She 
then wasted no time.

When she felt she had it wet enough she replaced her 
tongue with a finger, finger, slowly inserting it bit 
by bit while twisting and turning it. As she did so she 
could feel Karen's asshole alternately tighten and 
relax in gentle spasms. As she did this she allowed 
Karen's hip to lower until they were back in contact 
with the bed at which point she took one leg and pushed 
it into the air, spreading Karen's thighs as wide as 
she could. could. She wasted no time in finding her 
daughter's erect clitoris and began to suck on it 
between her lips while flicking it with the tip of her 
tongue.

As her mother worked on her Karen grew ever more 
excited until she felt she was almost on the verge of 
swooning. Her breathing was heavy, ragged and uneven 
and she felt feverish. As Janet continued to worry her 
clit Karen ceased the gentle caressing she was giving 
her breasts and began to squeeze them forcefully 
finally grasping both engorged nipples and twisting 
hard creating a myriad of thin jets of milk which 
seemed to fly off in many different directions. 

Just then her mother began to force another finger 
beside the original one into her ass and that with the 
strong sensation generated by her mouth at her cunt 
Karen felt herself being lifted off like a rocket into 
space as her whole being began to shake and quiver with 
the rapid swell toward the peak of orgasm.

It hit her more forcefully than anything she had ever 
experienced before and seemed to hold there forever 
until she felt that every muscle in her body was in the 
jaws of a vice and she was powerless to utter even a 
faint sound. Then the spasm released and with it her 
weight dropped only to be followed by another spasm and 
another and another until they started to weaken. 
Releasing her breasts and flopping her arms out to her 
sigh she cried, "Mother - stop, please. I can't take 
anymore," and she rolled to one side in an attempt to 
rid herself of the mouth glued to her cunt.

Janet then raised her head and at the same time 
withdrew her fingers from her daughter's asshole which 
caused Karen to reflexively jerk once more after which 
she lay almost frightening still in total exhaustion. 
Neither woman said a word as Janet moved herself around 
so that she lay alongside Karen, gently cradling her in 
her arms with her head resting on her abundant, milk-
wet breasts. Both women remained in that position and 
fell asleep.


CHAPTER 7
---------

Following that fateful evening where all barriers had 
been breached between mother and daughter, Janet and 
Karen continued to lead a life of fulfillment in each 
other that neither could possibly have ever imagined.

Time passed quickly with days turning into weeks. The 
mundane chores of everyday living now seemed to take on 
an aura of joy as both women helped and supported one 
another. Their lovemaking was the basis for their 
blooming relationship and the sessions were many and 
spontaneous. At first, shyness limited displays of 
affection to the home scene, but as time passed the 
overwhelming need to shower each other with physical 
reassurances of their fondness for each other expanded 
their boundaries.

In the beginning it was simply holding hands when they 
took the baby for a stroll in the neighborhood park. 
The light kisses on the cheek in the car turned into 
extended french kisses with no heed to the general 
public passing by. Downtown shopping at Carson's one 
day while Janet was trying on a new dress in the 
changing room Karen suddenly barged in and stripped 
Janet completely. While fully dressed herself, Karen 
then proceeded to french off her mother while she 
masturbated herself with a hand thrust under her own 
dress. Their sometimes daring exploits only seemed to 
fuel their desire and each night was filled with long, 
blissful physical and emotional coupling.

From time to time Karen would receive letters from her 
husband, but her relationship with her mother precluded 
everything else in her life. When she answered the 
letters it was no longer with loving thought, but 
rather just a chore to be accomplished and she lost 
track of her emotional attachment to her marriage. The 
pressing need she had felt when Harold had left for him 
to be present at some of the precious times in their 
daughter's young life were now all but forgotten. And 
when they occurred she didn't seem to care whether he 
would be there for the little one's first word or first 
step.

One letter did arrive which had a temporarily profound 
affect upon her. Harold had written her that because of 
the tense Middle East and East African crises he had 
been asked to volunteer for and had agreed to an 
additional six months overseas duty. Upon reading this 
news Karen was startled to realize that she was filled 
with joy. That meant she would have that much more time 
with her mother. The horizon seemed limitless then, but 
she was aware of a subtle sense of guilt about being 
glad her husband would be away for so long. The reality 
of the here and now managed to take hold in a very 
short time and she soon forgot about her husband and 
returned to being engrossed with her mother.

For Janet, the news of Harold's extended absence made 
her feel uneasy. What had started out as a simple, 
however complex, affair with her daughter was heading 
in directions she was not sure would prove emotionally 
beneficial for either of them. She remained silent, 
however, because she too had been so strongly drawn to 
the relationship that she wasn't prepared to risk 
turning its direction even in the slightest.

Near the end of the third month the point finally 
arrived, however, where Janet's more widely developed 
hedonistic appetite began to crave some of the more 
bizarre experiences she had become accustomed to over 
the years, but which were new and shocking to Karen. 
They had repeated a number of times the use of the 
clothespins, but Karen didn't seem to be impressed one 
way or the other; she didn't protest, but neither did 
she seem interested in pursuing it for herself as Janet 
had hoped. During one particularly wild lovemaking 
session when both women were in an extremely licentious 
mood Janet managed to talk Karen into clothespinning 
themselves together by their nipples and then 
masturbating each other while they kissed. 

It had proved immensely satisfying for both of them. 
She thought at that juncture that that might have 
gotten Karen a little more interested in exploring the 
area, but when she next tried to bring the subject up 
Karen had again resumed her nonchalant attitude toward 
it.

One evening while reminiscing before the fireplace 
Janet had gotten so caught up in her memories that she 
worked herself into a mental frenzy to such an extent 
that she practically begged Karen to give her a 
spanking. It was obvious from her daughter's response 
that she would do it, but really didn't want to and 
Janet was smart enough to realize then that forcing the 
issue might somehow alter what they had together 
sexually in a negative manner. So she backed out, but 
Janet's fantasies that night while making love with 
Karen turned for once away from her and toward a more 
exciting, forbidden realm.

As the relationship entered its fourth idyllic month 
Janet received a call one day that was to prove fateful 
for both women. It seemed that a couple she had known 
in California for many years and with whom she had had 
an extended sexual relationship, both individually and 
as a couple, had relocated to Chicago. Janet an the 
couple had all been members of a popular BDSM club in 
Los Angeles. 

In addition to the regular club activities, the three 
of them met together to try out various BDSM techniques 
and activities and had remained friends for a number of 
years until the couple had moved to the Midwest. When 
the couple, Tom and Shelley Krispin, had tried to reach 
Janet back in California just recently their mutual 
contact there had given them Karen's Chicago phone 
number and they called. It was not time at all before a 
dinner date had been arranged and the couple was 
invited to Karen's home.

That evening went smoothly enough owing to the fact 
that Janet had surreptitiously called them back before 
the dinner to warn them off of any mention of their 
previous relationship in California. For her part, 
Karen was delighted that her mother had found friends 
here in Chicago, but soon developed a slight tinge of 
jealousy that Janet's involvement with them would take 
time out of her relationship with her mother. This was 
to prove true and is what eventually transpired.

***

The week following the initial dinner engagement, Tom 
and Shelley had reciprocated and invited Janet and 
Karen to come to their house for an evening. Since 
Karen felt it would be an imposition on everyone to 
have to drag the baby along and really didn't feel at 
ease with hiring a sitter, she insisted that her mother 
go by herself. Janet did and it altered everything in 
their lives from that point on.

It wasn't minutes following Janet's arrival at Tom and 
Shelley's that drinks had been poured and consumed and 
the three of them found themselves once more involved 
in the games which in the past had been so mutually 
fulfilling. Unbeknownst to Janet, sometime during the 
evening in the throes of passion, either Tom or Shelley 
had been just a little too rough with a riding crop and 
had left some marks on Janet's ass and upper thighs. 
Luckily for her she had discovered them herself in the 
mirror the first thing the morning after before Karen 
had a chance to find them. There certainly would have 
been no reasonable explanation for a number of 
crisscrossing red welts on that area of the body.

It was all Janet could do for a week to be sure Karen 
would not be able to find them. For days in a row she 
either pleaded sickness or insisted that their 
lovemaking be carried out under mostly darkened 
conditions where disclosure wouldn't be possible. After 
about a week the marks were completely gone and some 
semblance of their normal physical activity resumed, 
but it was never to be the same again.

For the next couple of months Janet kept up her weekly 
visits to the Krispin's home and was always careful to 
not let herself be marked in any way which arouse 
Karen's suspicions. Eventually, she had to disclose to 
Tom and Shelley her situation vis a vis Karen and they 
were most supportive; they even tendered a gentle 
suggestion that Karen was welcome to join their 
festivities if she cared to. Janet made the polite 
apologies as it was obvious that this was definitely 
not Karen's "thing."

Into the seventh month Karen received an invitation 
from an old school friend to spend an evening on the 
town. They planned to go downtown and have dinner and 
then to a show and then maybe even up to Rush Street to 
see the late night sights. Karen was excited about this 
and begged Janet to please stay home and watch they 
baby. Janet readily agreed and suggested that it might 
be an opportune to have the Krispins over for the 
evening. And so it was arranged.

That evening Karen left the house about 4:30 in order 
to meet her friend downtown at a Chinese restaurant. 
The Krispins showed up for their visit with Janet 
around six and by seven they and Janet had consumed 
enough alcohol that they had lost most of their 
inhibitions. Janet had originally considered it too 
risky to try and do anything at this location. But as 
the evening progressed and the three reminisced about 
the good times past and recent they all became 
libidinous and mutual desire overcame caution. Thus 
they headed for the bedroom to indulge their lust sure 
of the fact that Karen was gone until at least 
midnight.

They never heard Karen enter the house at 8:30 or climb 
the stairs although she took no pains to conceal her 
presence; she was more than happy to be home early and 
anticipated seeing the Krispins again followed by 
another wonderful evening of lovemaking with her 
mother. She had indeed met her old school chum as 
planned, but during dinner the woman had become sick to 
her stomach and felt she should go home rather than 
spoil the rest of the evening for both of them. It had 
taken Janet about another hour to make it home.

Surprised at finding the lights on downstairs but no 
one around she hung up her coat, dropped her purse on 
the table and headed upstairs to check on the baby. As 
she headed toward the nursery at the end of the hall 
she passed Janet's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar 
so she stopped and pushed it all the way open expecting 
to find Janet in bed.

She was dumbstruck at the sight that met her eyes in 
the dim candlelight. The first thing she was aware of 
was her mother, completely naked on her knees with her 
arms raised and out to her sides tied to each of the 
end posts of the bed. To her left stood Shelley Krispin 
dressed in the most whorish outfit Karen had ever laid 
eyes on. Her auburn hair was piled high on her head and 
she wore a black leather collar around her neck. The 
black bra that encased her medium sized breasts had the 
centers cut out of each cup allowing the nipple of each 
breast to jut through. 

She also had on a black garter belt from which were 
suspended black mesh hose from mid-thigh down ending in 
what looked like impossibly high heeled black pumps. In 
her hand she held what appeared to be about a two-foot 
length of garden hose. Tom, her husband was kneeling on 
the bed directly in front of Janet and Karen could 
finally make out that he was clad only in what seemed 
to be black leather briefs from which protruded a large 
and very hard penis, most of which was imbedded in her 
mother's mouth and which she was sucking with obvious 
relish.

Janet had her back to the door so was unaware of 
Karen's entrance, but Tom and Shelley immediately saw 
her and froze; the only movement in the room now was 
Janet's head as she continued to blissfully felate the 
rigid cock poking into her face. It was the most 
obscene sight that Karen had ever seen in her life. As 
she looked down at her mother's buttocks she noticed 
that they were red from some form of beating but were 
not bruised nor was the skin broken.

Everything was frozen in time until something finally 
snapped in Karen. It seemed that her whole life just 
exploded and poured from her wide open mouth as she 
yelled, "Mother, what in god's name IS this?" at which 
Janet quickly spit out the cock invading her mouth and 
yanked her head around seeing Karen for the first time. 
She seemed to brighten at seeing her daughter and she 
smiled invitingly as she said in her husky arousal 
laden voice, "Hello, darling - why don't you come in 
and join us?"


CHAPTER 8
---------

After another few moments of stony silence Karen, full 
now of hate, guilt, remorse and, most of all an 
overpowering jealous rage, growled, "Get out - both of 
you," pointing an outstretched finger at first Shelley 
and then Tom. "Go on! Right now - get the hell out of 
here and don't ever come back!"

Janet started to intervene by pleading, "Karen, 
darling, it's not what you think - " but Karen became 
even more vehement, her voice now rising in both volume 
and pitch. "You two! I said get the fuck out of here. 
Now! Pick up and just leave."

Something in Karen's voice left no room for negotiation 
and Tom looked at his wife and just shrugged. Then he 
leaned forward and attempted to plant a light parting 
kiss to Janet's cheek, but she averted her head and 
avoided it. Finally he climbed down from the bed and 
retrieved his clothes from a chair against the wall as 
his wife did the same. Without another word they both 
hastily moved past Karen and out the door and down the 
stairs.

Karen didn't move at all until she heard the front door 
open and close. Then she walked over to her mother's 
side and looked down at her with an expression of 
unbridled scorn as her eyes began to well with tears 
born of deep hurt, jealousy, frustration and utter 
betrayal. For the longest time she couldn't bring 
herself to move as myriad emotions staged what seemed 
like a life and death struggle inside her.

As she raised her head and surveyed the dimly lit room 
her eyes came to rest on the various objects strewn 
about on the bedspread. As she took them in she felt 
like she was staring at a complete layout of an adult 
toy catalog. Mostly there were a number of various 
types of whips and dildos along with handcuffs, rope 
and a couple of other shackling devices. There were 
also the ubiquitous clothespins and smaller objects 
that looked like long metal clamps with teeth in them. 
For Karen it was an unbelievable sight and it 
confounded her. She knew her mother was into pain, but 
she had no idea that she would go to these lengths.

Acting as if driven by some outer force she finally 
leaned over and grabbed the largest dildo on the bed. 
It seemed humongous to her. As she gazed at it in her 
hand she heard her mother say, "Darling, won't you 
please untie me and let's talk about this - please."

Her voice now icy cold and unemotional Karen said, 
still staring at the dildo, "Why, mother? Why should I 
untie you? This is what you want, isn't it. This is 
what you've wanted all along. This is what you've 
wanted from me and I wouldn't give it to you so you got 
it elsewhere because you just had to have it. You're 
sick, mother, do you know that - you're sick.

After catching her breath she continued in the same 
cold manner, "Well, mother, your going to get your 
wish. I'm going to give you just what you want."

Janet was now becoming increasingly frightened by 
Karen's strange tone of voice, one which she had never 
heard before and she began begging, "Please, dearest - 
just untie me and let's talk this through. When we've 
both cooled down a little you'll begin to see this for 
what it really is."

"You don't think I know what this is, huh? DO YOU THINK 
I'M STUPID??" she shouted. "Well, it's pretty obvious 
to me what all this is about, mommy dearest. I've let 
you down and wouldn't satisfy your desires. Well that's 
going to change right now. I'm about to give you 
everything you could possibly ever have dreamed of. 
You're - going - to - just - love - it," she ended 
sarcastically, biting off each word.

Turning on her heel and walking to a position in back 
of her mother, Karen grasped the base end of the dildo 
firmly in one hand and leaned over. "Spread your legs 
further open. Now!"

"Please, Karen, can't we just talk about this?" her 
mother pleaded once again.

"You won't spread, is that it? OK - then you'll just 
have to take it this way."

With her free hand she inserted a finger between her 
mother's asscheeks and quickly found the anal opening. 
She then directed the end of the dildo to the position 
and without warning jammed it roughly forward. As if 
her rectum had already been prepared for it, the dildo 
didn't meet much resistance at first which prompted 
Karen to keep pushing on it until it was sunk up to its 
entire length in Janet's asshole. This caused a cry of 
real pain from her mother, but Karen appeared to be 
quite unconcerned.

"Feel good, does it, mother? I'm glad your enjoying it 
because this is only the beginning." With tears running 
down her cheeks and an expression of true distress on 
her face Janet turned to her daughter and said, "Oh, 
please, Karen..."

"No need to be polite now, is there, mother. You're 
getting what you want - and deserve. Now - let's see 
here," Karen said as she eyed the objects on the bed. 
"We have a real assortment. These things look really 
interesting." She picked up a couple of the metal 
alligator clips and opened and closed the jaws between 
her fingers. "I wonder what these are used for? 
Clothespins not enough, eh. Now we're into metal teeth. 
I bet these really feel good."

Her face drawn with bitterness, she knelt down beside 
her mother and roughly grabbed on of her breasts by the 
nipple and pulled it out to the side causing Janet to 
once more cry out in pain as her nipple was stretched 
to its limit. "Let's see how this feels," Karen said 
capriciously as she placed the large metal clip to the 
nipple and let go. Janet's body now began to struggle 
against the combined pain of the clip and that of the 
dildo invading her rectum and she fought vainly to free 
her wrists from the bedposts.

Very slowly and deliberately Karen picked up another 
alligator clip and walked around behind Janet and 
affixed it to her other nipple. "Please, darling..." 
Janet begged, but the only response from her daughter 
was a resounding slap across the face.

"There. That's what you like, right? Well, you're 
getting it. Now stop whining and enjoy it, you fucking 
slut - you whorish dyke bitch." After a pause to 
consider, Karen mused wryly, "Hmmmm, let's see. What 
should we do next. Maybe we should blindfold you and 
put a gag in your mouth. But no - I want you to see 
what's going on and I really want to here you scream." 
The thought of her mother screaming suddenly reminded 
Karen that she hadn't yet looked in on the baby.

"Wait here, bitch, while I check on your granddaughter 
- not that you're going anywhere" Checking to make sure 
Karen was securely bound Karen then departed the room 
for the nursery leaving Janet on her knees hanging from 
the bedposts and sobbing hysterically. When she 
returned five minutes later her footsteps sounded to 
Janet as if she were even more determined than before. 
Karen walked over to the side of the bed within Janet's 
view and looked squarely at her.

"Well, I'm new to this and don't have the obvious 
subtlety of your years of experience so I'm just going 
to have to do what comes to mind and I can't think of 
anything else now except a good sound whipping."

"Karen..." her mother sobbed.

"Don't Karen me, you filthy slut. Quit your sniveling," 
Karen retorted viciously, "This is what you wanted and 
this is what you're going to get so stop acting like a 
baby." Looking again at the array of whips and paddles 
on the bed her eyes came to rest on a particularly mean 
looking instrument. It had a black leather wrapped 
handle about a foot long from which trailed a number of 
thin black leather strips, each of which was knotted at 
the end.

"I think this looks appropriate. What do you think, 
mother," she said cheerfully as she picked up the whip. 
As Janet saw what she was referring to a look of real 
fear crossed her face which caused Karen to remark, 
"Ahhh, I can see you're at least familiar with this, 
huh. Good. I think it's appropriate for the situation. 
It's called a cat-o-nine-tails isn't it. Except that 
this cat appears to have a few more than nine tails."

Suddenly Karen raised her arm with the whip high over 
her head and brought it down with a resound crack of 
the bedspread. "Yes indeed. This will do very nicely."

Eyes wide with fright, Janet followed her daughter as 
Karen slowly walked to position herself to one side of 
her. "Now," she intoned, "for all your sins mother, you 
are about to receive the punishment you deserve and 
have waited so long for. Say your prayers!" And with 
that, Karen reared back and brought the whip down with 
all the force she could muster at an angle across her 
mother's jutting ass cheeks. 

The whip made a loud "pflattt" sound as it met Janet's 
flesh. The pain was like nothing Janet had ever before 
experienced. It seared through her whole body and 
caused it to jerk as if high voltage had been applied 
and the howl which left her throat half deafened both 
of them. Karen left no room for Janet to even begin to 
recover as she once more brought the whip down on her 
mother's ass. Again Janet screamed as if to wake the 
world.

Karen hesitated and looked down at her handiwork. The 
two lashes had left a wealth of angry red trails 
traversing both of Janet's buttocks from her waist to 
her upper thighs. Before Karen's eyes the marks from 
the second lash began to swell and form ugly welts some 
of which began to bleed, the blood appearing in places 
and slowly trickling downward, mingling with the 
residue of the first lash.

Suddenly everything collapsed in Karen in a flash; in a 
moment of crystal clarity and she knew it was all over. 
She began to sob uncontrollably as she stepped forward 
and undid the bindings holding her mother's wrists. 
Janet, surprised at the sudden change, looked up at 
Karen and managed to say, "Oh, Karen..." before she was 
cut off with, "Just shut up mother. I want you to leave 
this house and never, ever come back again. I never 
want to see or hear from you again, ever."

Karen then dropped the whip and fell to her knees, 
covering her face as she continued to cry. Janet got 
shakily to her feet, her knees wobbly from having been 
in the kneeling position for so long and approached her 
daughter. With one hand she rubbed her now swollen 
posterior smearing blood all over and with the other 
reached out and laid it on Karen's shoulders. No sooner 
had she done so than Karen viciously knocked it away 
and snarled, "GET OUT - NOW! I hate you. I never want 
to ever lay eyes on you again. Get your things and 
leave."

Resigned to the moment, Janet proceeded to leave the 
room at which point Karen collapsed on the floor and 
curled herself up in a fetal position.

How long she remained on the floor she didn't know. She 
seemed to have a vague recollection of hearing the 
front door close, but it seemed so far off. Bestirring 
herself the first thing she noticed was that she was 
fully dressed and that the room was completely dark - 
the candles must have gone out. For a second or two she 
couldn't figure out why on earth she had fallen asleep 
on the floor of her mother's room. 

Her memory then kicked in like a thunder clap and she 
recalled the whole series of previous events in a 
fraction of a second. To her credit her next thought 
was of the baby. Rising as quickly as she could she 
made her way groggily to the nursery only to discover 
that her daughter was fast asleep and breathing 
normally as if nothing had happened at all. If only she 
knew, thought Karen as she once again began to silently 
cry.

In a couple of minutes she had gathered her wits about 
her enough to think and hoped beyond hope that maybe 
her mother hadn't left after all and was just asleep 
downstairs or in her, Karen's room. Leaving the nursery 
she peeked into her bedroom which was empty. She then 
went downstairs turning on the stairwell lights and 
looked around the living room. No Janet. She then 
toured the rest of the house only to discover that a 
number of her mother's things like toilet articles, her 
purse and her coat were no longer to be found in their 
usual places. She had, in fact, actually left.

At a loss for what to do she headed back to the nursery 
and slumped into the one stuffed chair there and tried 
to sort out what had happened. It was all a jumble and 
she just couldn't seem to grasp and hold onto any 
single thing that provided her a jumping off point to 
organize her thoughts and feelings. All she was really 
aware of was an all pervading hurt and sadness. As she 
became conscious of this and remarked on it to herself 
she once again fell into a troubled slumber only to be 
awakened by her daughter's crying.

As she opened her eyes she was almost blinded by the 
sun coming in the window. Squinting, she rose and went 
to the crib and picked up the baby and carried it with 
her downstairs. There she made herself a pot of coffee 
and when it was finished and she had drunk half a cup 
she sat down on the sofa with the child in her arms and 
started to breast feed it. 

No sooner had the baby began to suckle than that now 
familiar erotic tension started to tingle through her 
insides. Up till now Karen had been functioning in a 
daze brought on by the necessity of her body and mind 
to shut out the previous night's activities and 
feelings. The physical stirrings engendered by the 
child at her breast, however, overrode the blocking 
mechanism and allowed her memory and emotions to 
surface.

It was just too much for her and she to cry again. 
Realizing that it the action of the baby's mouth she 
gently removed the child from her breast and lay it on 
the sofa. She then went into the kitchen and got out 
the newly purchased baby bottles and nipples, heated a 
little milk in a pan and tried for the first time to 
bottle feed the infant. To her surprise, it went 
without a hitch and she was overjoyed.

As she sat feeding her child she once more entered that 
fog that allowed her to escape the unpleasantness of 
her situation - until the phone rang. Still not 
thinking, she put the child down and got up and 
answered it. The shock of her mother's voice on the 
other end saying, "Karen, darling. Please..." was such 
a jolt that she immediately slammed the receiver back 
into its cradle and stood stock still as she tried to 
deal with the mass confusion of her feelings.

The rest of the day was much the same as she went 
mindlessly about the normal routine of her life. About 
every two hours the phone would ring. The first couple 
of times she answered it and discovering it was her 
mother she hung up without saying a word. Then she just 
didn't bother to answer it at all, but just let it 
ring.

During the next two days the phone rang progressively 
less and on the third day not one call came in at all. 
On the fifth day, the phone did ring and she decided to 
answer it. It wasn't her mother but rather Tom Krispin. 
He began to plead with her to be reasonable and to tell 
her what a troubled woman her mother was. By now, Karen 
had developed a protective shell of ambivalence to what 
had happened and when she had heard enough simply hung 
up gently.

***

One evening about a week and a half later she sat 
watching a prime time sitcom in which a mother was 
joshing her daughter about her love life. Something in 
the comedic patter triggered Karen and brought about a 
surge of guilt about how she had treated her mother. It 
was at this juncture that she began to return to some 
semblance of her normal healthy self. Realizing, of 
course, that the situation with her mother had been 
cataclysmic and that it could never flourish as it had 
in those few idyllic weeks she nonetheless felt that 
she needed to repair the damage she had caused.

Immediately she went to the phone and found the 
Krispins number. They were home, but when Karen said 
she wanted to speak to her mother she was told rather 
coldly that Janet had returned to California the 
previous day. She then tried the California number but 
it didn't answer.

She tried without success and a mounting sense of dread 
to phone her mother for three days running. Finally, on 
the fourth day her mother picked up the phone. When 
Karen tried to apologize in her attempt to reconcile 
matters her mother simply said in what sounded to Karen 
like an infinitely tired voice that she thought that 
Karen needed to lead her own life and that things would 
be much better if they severed forever their 
relationship. With that the phone went dead in Karen's 
hand.

Karen went into an immediate funk and spend the 
remainder of the evening crying. After a night of 
fitfully tossing and turning she tried again the next 
morning to call her mother. When her mother discovered 
it was her daughter on the line she hung up.

Karen was beside herself with hurt and despair. She 
didn't know now what to do so she did nothing. And 
continued doing nothing day in and day out except the 
bare necessary tasks to keep herself and her baby 
alive. She only went outdoors to shop. She sat for long 
hours in one room or another of the house just staring 
without seeing. This went on until a neighbor couple 
down the block who she and Harold had been friendly 
with sensed that something was wrong and decided to 
investigate. When Karen answered the door they were 
horrified at her appearance. When they tried to enter 
they got far enough in to discover that the house was a 
wreck and a mess before being rudely shoved back out 
and the door closed in their faces.

Harold had also not received a letter from Karen for 
some time now and became concerned. When he tried to 
call he got no answer. After three days of trying he in 
turn received a call from the neighbors apprising him 
of the situation. He applied for an immediate hardship 
leave, which was granted, and was on the first flight 
out. Two days later he entered the house late in the 
evening. He could not have believed in his wildest 
imaginations the state of affairs that confronted him. 
When he found Karen upstairs in bed she was totally 
incommunicative. 

Finally he called the family physician who made a rare 
house call. The doctor called an ambulance and Karen 
was taken downtown to St. Lukes where she admitted to 
the psych ward.

After two weeks of constant medical care Karen returned 
home. She was quiet and withdrawn, but otherwise 
appeared to function somewhat like her old self. In the 
meantime, Harold had requested an immediate hardship 
transfer and received it. He now spent the days at home 
caring for both Karen and the baby.

Try as he did, he could not get one word out of Karen 
about what had happened. She absolutely refused to even 
acknowledge the subject when it came up. When he called 
his mother-in-law she likewise just hung up. Querying 
the physicians about her condition, they would 
immediately claim client-doctor privilege, but did tell 
him that she had undergone and emotional shock which 
had the equivalent force of post traumatic stress 
syndrome and that time was needed for her to recover - 
lots of time. He would simply have to wait until Karen 
decided to tell him herself which may or may not ever 
happen. The outlook was guarded, they said.

Harold and Karen's sex life never again resumed. At a 
time when it looked like she might be approachable to 
even take a hint, Karen went stone cold and took to 
sleeping in the guest bedroom. Soon thereafter she 
began to go out by herself for an hour or two in the 
evenings. She never announced she was leaving, but 
rather just put on her coat and left. When Harold tried 
gently to find out what was going on Karen told him it 
was none of her business. These nightly ventures forth 
began to get longer and longer until one night Karen 
didn't come home at all.

To his credit, Harold didn't panic at first - he had 
decided to just wait her out. After two days when she 
didn't appear he called the police and filed a missing 
persons report. He then undertook a massive one-man 
hunt for her. She was nowhere to be found. No one had 
seen her and constant checks with the police and 
coroner came up empty. It was like she had vanished 
from the face of the earth.

***

Weeks became months. The baby grew. Harold resumed his 
job with the service and had now been permanently 
transferred to 5th Army headquarters in Chicago. He 
hired a full-time live-in nanny, an older woman with 
excellent references who figuratively became the 
child's mother. Still Harold did not give up his 
pursuit of Karen, but nothing bore fruit; Karen was not 
to be found.

After a year, a friend of Harold's in the provost 
marshal's office suggested he might try a private 
detective. The friend knew of a highly recommended PI. 
He was contacted.

Three months and many thousands of dollars later a 
report came back. The news was not good.

Through unnamed sources the detective managed to find 
out that Karen had originally been frequenting lesbian 
bars on the near north side. At some point it seems she 
had made the acquaintance of a woman from San Francisco 
vacationing in Chicago. They paired up and Karen had 
gone to S.F. with her intending to stay for a few days. 
Friends there said that she was so much in love that 
she no longer wanted to go back to Chicago. That had 
been three months previously.

Those same friends related that both Karen and her 
lover had suddenly pulled up stakes and left for 
Europe. They gave up their apartment and just took off 
without a word to anyone as to where or when they would 
return. No one knew where they were or if they would 
ever return.

A few weeks later, out of the blue, Harold received a 
phone call from his mother-in-law late one night. Janet 
apologized to Harold for her former rudeness, but was 
not forthcoming with any explanation of what had 
transpired during her visit except to say that Karen 
had asked her to leave and that she had done so. Harold 
told Janet in detail what he had found on his return 
home, what had happened and the steps he had taken to 
find Karen. Janet then promised to undertake her own 
inquiries and report to Harold if she found out 
anything.

As it turned out, Janet reported back to Harold that 
she had taken a week off work and went up to San 
Francisco. Using her numerous contacts there she 
managed to discover that Karen and her lover had been 
heavily into the BDSM scene. They were both well known 
and well liked. But there the trail ended. The only 
thing anyone knew now is that they had left for Europe 
and nothing had been heard of them since then.

Harold toyed with the idea of taking another extended 
leave and going to Europe to search for Karen, but his 
funds were now so limited that it just wasn't feasible. 
He also had finally come to the acceptance that if 
Karen wanted any further contact with him and her 
daughter she would be the one to initiate it. He was 
right.

Early into the second year of her disappearance, Harold 
arrived home from work one Friday night to find in the 
day's mail a foreign looking envelope. It bore foreign 
stamps and was postmarked from a place in Austria 
called Graz; it had no return address. With pounding 
heart he opened the letter and found a short note and a 
single small photograph inside.

The photograph had been taken during warm weather and 
showed two women, smiling into the camera, dressed in 
shorts and blouses standing in what looked like a 
mountain meadow. One woman was definitely Karen - same 
tall, statuesque physique, same hair, same face. No 
doubt about it. Nothing was written on the back of the 
photo.

The letter was likewise obviously from Karen having 
been written in her unique rolling hand script. It was 
not really a letter, but rather just a short note which 
read: "Dear Harold. I'm so sorry for all the trouble I 
know I've caused you. Things are better now. I will 
write again. Give my love to Emily."

And it was signed, "Janet"

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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